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I was dazed for a moment before remembering her boyfriend was Fabian. This drug was truly strange. It didn't seem to erase my memories in order of time but rather memories connected to a certain person. I realized I had very few memories of Fabian left. The only thing I knew was that he was my husband, and he had cheated on me. But other than that, I had almost completely forgotten what had happened between us. My feelings for him had faded so much that they were almost gone. Unable to resist joining in the fun, I even liked Yelena's post. I swore I meant it sincerely.

Let's move on, guys. ‎ ‎It is true that she has no news of her ex-husband. Since the latter decided to forget everything about them, she also forgot about him. She buried everything she could to forget. ‎ ‎Yes, she admits that she had a hard time forgetting about it. There were no days or nights that she did not cry when she was abroad. Who wouldn't cry if what you thought was a happy marriage between you and your husband turned out to be a complicated ending? If only she had known that, she might not have married Archiver and simply forgotten about their relationship. In that way, she would have saved herself from any heartbreak, but fate is really happy to play with her.

It was a sight I couldn’t erase, no matter how hard I tried. And every time I thought of it, guilt ate at my chest. A part of me felt like I was betraying my beloved wife, Esmeralda. God rest her soul. She was the only woman I’d ever opened my heart to, the only one I’d ever truly loved. We were meant to grow old together, but Lorenzo stole her from me, leaving behind a cold, hollow void no woman had ever come close to filling. Since she passed, I’d rarely touched any woman. And when I did, it was never about emotion, just a way to clear my head, to forget. It was always sex, nothing more.

His eyes looked smaller while the wrinkles on his face rested nicely around his eyes and lips. "What do you mean?" "She's related to Mendozas..." He huffed. I chuckled. I saw that... Juliana Vasquez... Carlos Mendoza's wife. But what did Esperanza have to do with Mendozas? Two notification beeps of my phone reached my ears, it was Nathan. I knew I wouldn't be experiencing something pleasant, but as I read every single word in the file that Nathan shared, my body started to heat up, and the world seemed to disappear before my eyes.

“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

And she'd been in my office for three months. Working for me. Fixing the company she'd built. Looking at me with those cold eyes that used to look at me with love. She'd been right there. How could I not have recognized her? Because I'd never really looked at her. Not when we were married. Not when I divorced her. Not ever. She'd been invisible to me. Isla. My first wife. The woman I'd married out of obligation and divorced without remorse. She'd been nothing to me then.

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.

I remembered that it's my birthday next week and that will be my thirtieth year in the world and just like they expected, the curse will be broken because I'm married. "I forgot, Andrea," I confessed. "With so much happening, being so busy at work, I forgot that my birthday is next week," I said sadly. "You're just distracted, Miles. Is that because of Beverly?" Melissa was curious. Just this morning, they bombarded me with a lot of questions about Zandy and me and Beverly's return. I didn't have a choice and because they were my friends, I admitted my real relationship with Zandy and about Beverly. Well, I'm not surprised by their reaction. I was almost deaf to their screams because of the

After Dominic Hatch loses his memories, he refuses to believe that I'm his wife. "If you really are my wife, why is it that there aren't any photos of us together?" I explain to him that he doesn't like taking photos. That's why we didn't even have a wedding portrait of us. But soon, Dominic digs out nine thick and heavy photo albums from a hidden compartment in his safe. The main characters in those albums are him and another unfamiliar woman. There are countless photos documenting their journey—from they were still children to when they had completely grown up. The pure and innocence on their faces slowly give way to the sappy love and affection they have for each other. In fact, Domi