Esposa Olvidada Book Novels & Stories

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.”

“I began to notice her long midnight chats and calls. I peeped into her chat box one day, and I saw her romantic chats with a man named Lisandro. I never spoke to her about it and I had to hire a private investigator named Scot. He dug into the young man’s profile and he found out he was her ex boyfriend who lives in Mexico. I was flabbergasted, I was grief-stricken, I was crushed. I couldn’t bear the fact that my beloved wife turned out to be exactly like my devilish mother, Amelia. I never spoke a word about it to her and I continued to bond with my baby Isabel. And you know, all through those times, I never cheated on Barbara, nor laid a hand on her. I continued to be patient, hoping my b

" What happened tomorrow, no one could know. Maybe I would wake up and forget all about it. I may forget that the love of my life cheated on me, forget that he took his mistress for a maternity checkup. I may forget their intimacy, forget that same bracelet Abril and I had. I may forget the pain of losing my babies, forget about... I may forget about my parents, forget about Vivian. I may even become so mad that I didn't realize I forgot about it. About what happened tomorrow, who knew?

"Marcus, it's me. Call me back. Immediately. We need to talk." She hung up. Stared at the album. Then slowly she picked up the card with my phone number. Stared at it. Debating. I watched. Waiting. Knowing what she'd do. Because Morgan Carmichael was many things. But she wasn't stupid. And she hated being lied to more than anything. My phone rang. I smiled. Answered. "Hello, Morgan." "Who are you?" "I told you. I'm the wife he forgot. Elena Santos"

Dave's cold words just added extra wounds to my heart but I couldn't bring myself to say anything more, Elisa gave me one last disappointed gaze before turning away. I watched as she left with her father, her frail body leaning on him with his hand wrapped around her. No, she hasn't eaten properly these past few days, she was already used to my cooking, how was she going to adjust? I immediately scoffed at my thoughts, who was I kidding, it was Elisa. Elisa Gilbert, a woman I fell in love with because her head strong stubbornness, a woman known for her ruthlessness in the business world. Even when her first husband betrayed her, she moved on to something better.

She was so lost in the book that she forgot that it was her husband's name. "It is sad that you forgot your husband just after our marriage baby," Xavier said which makes Angela came back into reality. She looked at the phone. "Baby, are you there?" Xavier asked. "Yes. Why did you call me?" Angela asked him "Did you take your medicine?" Xavier asked her. "Yes," Angela said. "What are you doing now, love?" Xavier asked her. Angela looked at the card and rolled off her eyes hearing the word love. "I was reading a book," Angela said.

“You’ve given that man three years of your light, Evelyn. Let Paris be the place you remember who you were before him.” Before Khalid. Before the whirlwind romance at the Met Gala, before I’d quietly closed my design studio to become the wife who understood his late nights and global ambitions. Before Natasha returned and I became furniture in my own marriage. I looked across the studio to the small desk where my laptop sat. The manuscript file was open. *The Husband I Once Loved*. The title still made my stomach clench. Khalid had read the first seventy pages last night. The confrontation that followed had been brutal—his hurt, my exhaustion, the way his voice cracked when he asked if I rea

A hesitation, then the man said, "Bronson, you're not going to like this. She's in Eldoria. Visiting her grandfather." "I knew that already," I snapped. "Tell me something I don't know." The man sighed. "There is breaking news this morning. It's all over Eldoria. Edmund Hale held a private ceremony. Your ex-wife… she is no longer Zephyrine Wilder." My fist tightened on the phone. "What do you mean?" "She's been legally registered as Zephyrine Hale. She's been made his heir." I couldn't catch my breath for a moment. Zephyrine Hale.