Esposa Olvidada Libro Novels & Stories

Leticia's mother guided her to their jardín, then a la sirvienta brought a chi tsaa. "Mamá, tengo la sensación de que olvidé algo. No sé exactamente lo que estoy buscando. (Mom, I have this feeling that I forgot something. I don't exactly what I am looking for.)" Her mother looked at her with confusion, "¿Qué quieres decir? ¿Mi hija? (What do you mean? My daughter?)" She held Leticia's hand. "No lo sé, pero parece que olvidé cómo conocí a mi esposo. Olvidé quien soy. (I don't know but it seems like I forgot how I met my husband. I forgot who I am.)" Leticia replied.

Where was Isabella? Before I could react, my parents arrived—followed by Rosa’s parents and Isabella’s as well. My mother’s eyes were red as she looked at me. “Where’s Isabella?” My voice was unsteady. She inhaled sharply before speaking. “Son, forget about that nasty woman. Rosa’s mother told me the truth—Isabella was carrying another man’s child. She cheated on you.” Her words slammed into me like a wrecking ball. My mind went blank.

Tomorrow he'll be back to what he used to be, the person who doesn't care if you're still his wife. I smiled bitterly, I don't want to be a mere excuse even if we say it's my obligation as a wife. I just closed my eyes, if he goes back to his old self tomorrow, his emotionless eyes every time he looks at me will be okay. We both loved this thing. Because of my thoughts, I didn't realize that I had fallen asleep. TOMORROW

Hi, hope you're doing good and the year has been going well for you? You must've noticed the lack of updates and I sincerely apologize for it. After my grandma's passing, things haven't been the same and I'm sad to admit that I went down a spiral and I had to take a step back for my mental health and to give you a proper ending. And I'm hoping my new book will also be ready by the time The Forgotten Marriage is done. There are five chapters left to go and maybe one bonus chapter. I can't say I'm totally fine but I'm getting there and I'm grateful to everyone who reached out and left comments as well.

But the smug smile on his face told me I hadn’t. I turned to look at him, my chest aching with a mix of anger and disbelief. I wanted to shout, to run, to disappear—anything but stand there and watch him claim someone else as if I didn’t exist. My hands trembled at my sides. I wanted to ask him why, to demand the truth, but no words came. All I could feel was the sharp sting of reality: I was married to a man who had never truly loved me. I glanced around, hoping someone—anyone—would notice my humiliation, but the room was filled with polite smiles and empty stares. Everyone was too busy admiring him, the perfect CEO, the flawless man. No one saw me. No one cared.

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.

Then, she put the pen and book on the table. Then she started looking at the diary. The cover is pink with a ribbon attached to the top of the book cover, and there is a heart that reads "Vega and Alberto" in gold. She still remembered when she wrote the name "And Alberto" after she got married to Alberto. She remembered the happy moments that had disappeared. After that, she immediately deleted the words "and "There’s no Alberto in my life anymore. There's only me. I'm here alone," groaned Vega in her heart.

" 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?

Out of the blues, Esoesa began giggling, and that diffused the tense situation as everyone paid rapt attention to her. We got home and my parents in law checked into the guest room to get some rest. Osagiede put Eseosa in her crib, because she had slept off in the car on the way back. I went into the room and my eyes were immediately drawn to a shiny object on the dressing table. As I got close to it, my heart began to beat faster. I would know that book anywhere. It was the infamous diary, the same one in which I had found out I was a plan B. The same one that my wife had written she didn't love me.