Esposa Olvidada Book Novels & Stories

“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.

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

My mouth fell open. “Oh my God.” Ten years. I had lost ten entire years. Ten years of my life were just… Gone. I didn’t remember graduating. I didn’t remember building the company. I didn’t remember getting married. I didn’t remember having children. I didn’t remember becoming a mother. I didn’t remember becoming an ex-wife. I didn’t remember any of it. I kept scrolling. Then I went to I*******m. My I*******m. I found the tagged section.

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.

Questions about Ruby would continue to arise. “I know. I just want to make her suffer as long as possible,” Ed said flatly. He knew AJ wouldn’t magically forget his mother, but it was satisfying to imagine Ruby losing AJ. “What did you find?” Ed inquired, then stepped back from AJ. "There is currently no concrete evidence, as Esli Ramos actively conceals his past. However, it indicates that something did happen. He’s covering it tightly because it stinks. I couldn’t even find records of who his wife was. And I managed to find traces from Jade Herrera’s side. She is indeed originally from Veracruz. I'm currently searching for records related to Esli in that area." Otiz reported the difficulti

She was once married. To a man named James. A man who had everything and still chose to betray her. The divorce had been quiet, but the scars were loud. Adrian sat back slowly, his chest rising with an unfamiliar ache. He had expected the usual: a breakup, maybe differences in personality, or a career-based separation. But this… betrayal, abandonment, and a pregnancy borne of it—that hit differently. He read the summary again. “Subject Rita N. was married to James T., a businessman known for murky deals. Divorce finalized a few months ago. Primary cause: infidelity and emotional neglect. She has since relocated, expecting her first child. No recorded new romantic affiliations.”

she murmured, running her finger across the digital camera screen. She recalled the exact moment he began to regain consciousness. She had thought that the closeness of her body, the fake kisses, and the provocation would be enough to excite him—after all, she knew the tricks well. But nothing. His body didn’t respond. Nothing stirred the desire that, according to her, had once existed. Estela frowned for a second, then arched an eyebrow cynically. "So this is it… impotent?" she said softly, reflecting. "Now this marriage to some random little girl, with no name, no history… makes sense. She would accept anything in exchange for a life of luxury. Even keeping a secret like this."