Esposa Sumisa Novels & Stories

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

"Why would you say something like that?" Diana paused, her demeanor softening a bit. "I don't know... It's just a feeling I got," she admitted, her words trailing off as she struggled to explain herself. "But hey, your body is back to its old self now, and even more beautiful than before. So, are you married?" "Diana, come on. Marissa isn't married, doesn't have a child, and she's not dating anyone," Efrain stated firmly, casting a glance at Marissa, silently encouraging her to confirm.

“Whose father do you think will leave first, ours or yours?” “Who is that?” Aria asked. We all turned to look. I recognized him right away. “Catalina’s brother, Emiliano.” Aria’s eyebrows danced. “I don’t remember him being so buff.” Marisa nudged me. “Have you seen your almost-husband?” “Ugh. Don’t say that. For once, I appreciate Jasmine.” “Is she here?” Aria whispered. I nodded. “When I saw her, she was with her husband.” I emphasized the word. “I haven’t seen—”

Marcus “Hello everyone, my name is Anna, and I am the daughter of Bel Air Companies worldwide.” The words of my ex-wife resounded in my ears as I stared at her with opened eyes. I was reeling in denial, refusing to accept that Anna could ever lie to me. She was my silver lining of hope and the best thing life ever sent my way. Watching her stand on the podium, delivering her speech, I felt a tightening in my chest, her betrayal changing my view about her.

"I'm Veronica—but you can call me Mom." "Hi... ma'am," Mariana mumbled. "Mother," she corrected gently. She pulled Mariana into the sitting room just as Alessandro descended the stairs. He glanced at her with a blank expression. "New maid, Gloria?"Mariana's eyes widened. "Mind your tongue," Mrs. Esposito snapped. "She's your wife. I chose her." "You chose her? For me?"Mrs. Esposito's phone rang. "Talk it out. Be nice, Sandro."She left, and Gloria followed.

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.