Esposa Olvidada Book Novels & Stories

The sea breeze was relaxing as well as hearing my son’s giggles as Drake continued teaching him how to swim. I looked for the bookmark on the book, scanned a few pages, and was able to locate it. This was a romance novel that I had not read for almost seven years. After I got married, all my books were forgotten as I focused my attention on my husband. After the divorce, I sold everything that reminded me of my ex-husband, including his car, house, and lot, leaving nothing but my books, which I kept with me. It was a long and painful process, but it was worth it in the end. Until he returned. I was back to square one in handling my emotions and feelings.

Olivia brought both items to the table and sat down. Olivia picked up the blank book that was always by her side. Her trembling hands began to write, recording all the memories she had with Zayden Sanders, her husband, whom she loved dearly. She was pregnant with their first child, a happiness they should have enjoyed together. Prior to the chip attack, her memory and life were in danger.

Michael asked, his voice low and hard, grief braided with something far darker. “Father, I was—” Emily began, sobbing. “Don’t you dare call me ‘father,’” he snapped. “Where did you go for the last few days? Don’t lie to me.” “I was at a resort,” she stammered. I cut in, flat and quiet. “She was at a resort because she’d just signed a contract to hand the Grand casino to some man. She knew we’d figure it out, so she hid out.” Michael laughed—bitter, incredulous. “So that’s why you kept nagging me to give you the casino. I even pressed Aria to hand it over.” His face ached with the sting of betrayal.

“You’re talented, Noah. But until this blows over…” I nodded numbly. “I get it.” Outside, the world felt heavier. They weren’t just erasing our marriage — they were erasing me. When I got home, I could barely unlock the door. Everything inside reminded me of him — the coffee mug he always stole, the sketchbook he once doodled in when he thought I wasn’t watching. I pulled out that sketchbook and flipped through until I found the page that mattered: a drawing of a small house by the sea.

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

after the accident, and one line makes my stomach turn: “Cruz cannot remember the girl or the evidence; erase her. The specialist will handle memory adjustment during coma and rehab. Make him believe the no-romance policy is his idea.” They rewrote him, piece by piece. While he lay unconscious, they fed him lies and took me away from him. And when I tried to reach him months later, pregnant and desperate, he looked at me with blank eyes and asked who I was. Tears burn behind my eyes, but I keep reading.

“Can't remember me? Did you have an amnesia? Tss, let me bring your memories back. “ His lips violently devoured mine. Damn, that kiss felt like I really was married. But why was I letting that man violate me? My husband would be furious! I struggled until he finally let go of my lips. Shit. Was my husband too worthless that he didn’t even find me for five months? Was he looking for me? I cried. @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO Thank you so much! Want to hear your review! THANKS A LOT! (By the way: If you can understand tagalog, I have so lot of Tagalog Novel for you to re

“Larisa is just my past, Mom. Now my wife is Natasya. And please, don’t let Natasya find out about Larisa.” Edgar chuckled softly. “This is very interesting. Your ex-girlfriend becomes your wife’s secretary.” Roby turned sharply. “What do you mean?” Edgar leaned back against the sofa. “I’m just thinking. You and Larisa used to love each other. Just because you married Natasya, it seems too easy for you to forget Larisa.” “Is it proper for a man to think about another woman when he has a wife at home?” Roby shot back. Edgar smirked.

So, I could not ignore them. And, when I read them, I discovered that the contents were massively terrible. In one, it read that Amaya Sanquez’s body was found in her apartment. And in the other, my marriage was making headlines again. This time, Sarah’s identity was the main topic, and it seemed the public was adamant about figuring out who she was, so much so that the whole thing was shaking up the company. “God,” I groaned, my hands pressing into my phone hard. It’s just one shit after another.

Leena “What?" I couldn't believe my ears. Vivian nodded. "That's right. She was also pregnant at that time so that means he was with Flora Hale while married to her" I suddenly felt sick to my stomach. A wave of nausea passed through me. How could he when he spoke about her with so much love? And why did it feel like it was a pattern for him only I was the side woman now while he was still married to his wife. "Y-You said she disappeared?"