Esposa Olvidada Book Novels & Stories

I remembered desperately trying to save our marriage, ready to apologize for things that weren't even my fault and begging him to talk to me. The memory made me laugh bitterly. How pathetic I must have looked. How desperately I had clung to someone who couldn't wait to let me go. A sharp cramp suddenly twisted through my stomach. I immediately placed a hand over my belly. “Baby...” I whispered softly and gently rubbed my stomach until the cramp slowly eased. I looked around the house, and it suddenly felt suffocating. It no longer felt like a home anymore. It was a cage filled with painful memories.

“Hey, babe! Don’t forget the designer bag I showed you. I really want it.” I sighed before reading it again. Tracy was beautiful, confident, and knew exactly how to fit into my world. After Elena left, she became a part of my life, and eventually my wife. From the outside, people believed we had the perfect family. They saw expensive vacations, charity events, and magazine covers. They never saw the silence between us. Things had changed over the years, especially after I found out about Leo. I loved my son, but eleven years of missed birthdays and missed memories couldn’t be repaired overnight.

THE UNSEEN HUSBAND Sebastian found the journal by accident. It was three days after the confrontation with Helena, and he'd been looking for a book to read to the children before bed. Alessia had mentioned keeping some books in the chest by the window, so he'd opened it without thinking. Inside, beneath a few worn volumes, was a leather-bound journal. He almost closed the chest immediately—it was clearly private, clearly Alessia's—but the page it was open to caught his eye. Not because of nosiness, but because of the handwriting. The same careful script from the letters Helena had intercepted, but this time formed into poetry.

No matter how hard she tried to concentrate, her mind kept slipping away from the pages, drifting back to memories she desperately wished she could forget. Friday night. That messy Friday night. The club. The lights. The music. And the sight that had shattered something deep inside her. Elena closed the book slowly, pressing it against her chest as she leaned her head back against the couch. Her gaze fixed on the ceiling, but all she could see was Marcus— her husband of eight years, standing there without shame, without remorse, with Tiara. And Tiara? The cousin she had trusted like a sister.

"Have you forgotten? Have you forgotten the amount of times I showed up at your door sobbing until I threw up, because of how that man treated me? Have you forgotten Amanda? The open marriage? The threats?" Before I can spiral any further, she closes the distance between us, grabbing both of my hands and holding them in a vice grip. "No," she says fiercely. "Never. You know exactly how much I hated him for what he did to you. I despised him, Betty. But I also cannot ignore the last few months." Her eyes plead with me to listen. "Even you have to admit that the man texting you every morning isn't the same monster he was back then. Betty, he literally sacrificed everything. He stepped down fro

My heart sank as I realized it dawned on me. These weren't random projects. These were pieces of Wilder Tech. The backbone of our company, and the foundation of systems I had spent years claiming as my greatest achievements. I turned to another page, ignoring my trembling hands. The notebook was filled with timestamps. Development notes, and problem-solving strategies. The entire sections describe vulnerabilities that had later been patched. Every major breakthrough our company experienced during those three years was documented inside this notebook. And this wasn't done by any other person than Iridessa, my ex-wife. How could I be so foolish? How could I turn a blind eye when she's my great

And somewhere between the ache in my body and the silence in the room, a thought settled quietly inside me. I had stopped expecting care from my family a long time ago. I just hadn’t realized how stupidly, secretly, I had expected some from my husband. That was my mistake. Not the fever. Not the phone call. Not even the hope. The mistake was forgetting that being married to someone did not mean you belonged anywhere in their life. And as sleep finally dragged me under, I made myself one promise. I would not call him again.

He says hoping she’ll do it. Her body language changes and she steps back concerned. “I can’t help you. You’ve come to the wrong witch.” She starts walking back to the house tearing up. Midnights close on her heels. He jogs after her “you can’t or you won’t?” He asks, confused. “I don’t have the magic for it. Trust me if I did, maybe then I could fix my own problem…” she says sadly as she walks into her house. She sits down on the couch and midnight curls into her lap. He followed her in and sat on the loveseat. “I did a spell that took all my magic months ago and I can’t even remember why I did it or what spell it was” she looks at him with tears in her eyes.

In their home, in the grand gathering area outside of the fortress, but within it's walls. The Lorekeepers, the Clutch Elders, Tomas the elderly priest who had married them, her parents, the Eastern Emperor and his family. All would be present. As these thoughts chased themselves across her mind, she stretched her body and reached for her husband. Husband. The very word made her smile. Her life had changed so much Tine had come into her life. Now, secrets were about to be revealed.