Esposa Olvidada Libro Novels & Stories

She flipped through the pages, heart pounding with every line – memories of fierce love, betrayal, a child, a fire, pain, healing, enemies, and promises whispered beneath stars… and always, Damon. There were sketches of the boutique. Of dresses. Of a man holding a little boy’s hand. Of a broken wedding band. Tears blurred her vision as she read entry after entry, her mind clawing its way back through time. A new memory struck her; clear and devastating. The moment she told Damon she was pregnant. The altar. The curse. The price. She dropped to the floor, clutching the journal against her chest like it was the only thing anchoring her to the world.

He said and ended the call, leaving me to my misery. “Who the fuck did this? Who the hell did this?” I groaned and immediately searched around looking for anyone around. “Where is my wife?” I asked one of the maids seeing that Lucia is nowhere to be found. “She left together with Mayor Eduardo early this morning.” She replied. “Where to?” I asked the girl and she shook her head. “I have no idea, sir.” she shook her head, and I heaved a deep sigh. “And my mother?” I asked another question.

Everything feels like it’s crushing down on me, and I’m barely holding it together. I rolled over and stared at the window, my fingers curling into the sheets. My chest hurt from everything I was trying to process. How could he say he lost his memories and then suddenly recognize Anthony so casually? I’ve known every partner in the company—how did I not know this Anthony? Or worse, did I know, and they’ve kept this entire thing from me on purpose? “Liar,” I whispered under my breath. “He’s a liar.” I wiped a tear that escaped before it could stain my pillow. I didn’t want to cry, but my heart didn’t care. All I could think of was how I was once so happy with him. So secure. So sure. And now

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Eliana’s fingers froze above the phone screen. She didn't know what to make of this. Why had Liam sounded that way. What did he know about her? The way he had just told her , ordered her. He had to know something. The hum of the life outside the cafe around her blurred, conversations becoming a distant static. She hadn’t told anyone about the letter. Not Fernando. Not Loretta. Not even her mother. Hell no one even knew that she'd born reborn.It was even still confusing for her. Liam.....it was all too suspicious, too planned to be coincidental. Could she really trust him?

Meanwhile Ethan barely looked up from his phone as he loosened his tie. “Traffic was insane,” he muttered. I stared at him, waiting for him to say something. Surely he remembered. Surely. Vivian shifted awkwardly beside him as he slowly looked up. His gaze followed hers toward the dining room, and I watched realization dawn across his face. He looked like he genuinely forgot, and it made my stomach drop. A strange ringing filled my ears. Seven years. Seven years together and he forgot our anniversary. Again. Not the first time.

I had never known what was behind it. I never went in. I never even dared to touch the doorknob. That room was never mine. It belonged to Emily. The place where she now slept comfortably beside the man I once called my husband. A place warm with laughter and touch—all the things I never had during years of marriage.

“I don’t understand how she has a share of my husband’s wealth. She’s nothing but a gold-digging opportunist.” “Watch your language, Beatrice,” I blurted out, my voice dropping an octave. “Learn how to speak to my wife.” The room went still Legally, the paperwork said one thing. Emotionally, spiritually—every way that mattered—she had always been my wife. The law just hadn’t caught up yet. And we had been married before the accident stole her memories. And she might have signed those divorce papers in a moment of confusion, but I never did.

The news anchor started. “Clyden Gonzalo and Addison Ledger were seen in Haven Hospital, being cozy during his discharge. An insider revealed that Mr. Gonzalo had already recovered his memories, thus his visit to the hospital. This isn’t Mr. Gonzalo’s first time in the news because two months ago, he was in the headlines for announcing that he had actually been married to a mysterious woman for five years. However, where is this woman during his discharge? Is it a mere conflict in their schedules? Did Mr. Gonzalo just fall in love with bombshell model Addison Ledger? Or maybe the mysterious woman was stupid enough to just leave the hot billionaire—” “That’s enough,” Camille said and turned o

“She looks different—almost… fragile. Nothing like the woman we know.” “Precisely,” I said. “What you’re looking at is a photograph of Yasmin Lee Estrada, the only daughter of a struggling restaurant couple in Hawaii. But she wasn’t just any girl—she was the wife of Cole Martinez.” A stunned silence fell over the room. Mr. Delgado sat up straighter. “Wait, wait, wait—Cole Martinez? The billionaire from Hawaii? He was married?” I nodded. “Exactly. And you won’t find any public records of it because the Martinez family never announced it. She was hidden from the world. The only evidence of her existence is that photo you’re holding. A rare mistake.”