Forgotten Wife

"Umalis ka sa harapan ko," malamig na sabi sa asawa ko. Hindi ko alam kong ano ang nahawa kong mali. Mula noong umalis ito sa isang bussiness trip ng amin na buwan ay bigla na lang itong nanlamig sa akin. Ako si Misha, isang babae na handang gawin ang lahat para muling maibalik ang pagmamahal ng aking asawa. Subalit sa kabila ng bawat sakripisyo at pagsusumikap, tila mas lalo siyang lumalayo at nanlalamig. Siya si Geg Montero, isang makapangyarihang business tycoon at bilyonaryo. Ang lalaking minsan kong minahal nang buong puso ay tila nagbago na. Hanggang isang araw, sa kagustuhan kong iparamdam ang aking pagmamalasakit, hinatiran ko siya ng pagkain sa opisina. Ngunit sa halip na pasasalamat ang bumungad sa akin, nasaksihan ko ang masakit na katotohanan—siya at ang kanyang sekretarya, magkasalo sa isang tagpong puno ng pagtataksil. Ngayong wasak na ang aking puso, may natitira pa bang pag-asa para maibalik ang aming relasyon, o ito na ba ang wakas ng aming pagmamahalan?

For two years, I lay in a coma. My body was helpless on a hospital bed, connected to tubes and machines that beeped endlessly. While I fought between life and death, my husband chose to look for another woman. Instead of struggling for my recovery, Roby decided to enjoy his life. He showered that woman with luxury and happiness... using my wealth. Just watch. I will make their hearts stop the moment I set foot again in my own palace.

She gave up everything—her inheritance, her influence, her voice—for a man who never loved her. Eliana Moore was the heiress to a billion-dollar empire in Manhattan. Poised, soft-spoken, and hopelessly in love, she walked away from it all to marry Ethan Blake—the man who owned her heart but never returned her love. For years, she lived in silence, enduring a cold marriage while Ethan gave his heart to her best friend, Ivy. Until betrayal turned fatal. When Ivy’s final act of cruelty takes Eliana’s life, she awakens in the past—on the morning of her wedding day—with every painful memory intact. This time, she won’t make the same mistakes. This time, she won’t love blindly. She won’t surrender her life for anyone. From pawn to power player, Eliana embarks on a journey of self-discovery, calculated revenge, and ruthless transformation. The woman who once lived in the shadows is gone. In her place stands a force no one saw coming. But rewriting fate comes at a cost—and as Eliana rises, she must choose between vengeance and the chance to love again… this time, on her own terms. The Rebirth of the forgotten wife is a gripping tale of heartbreak, second chances, and the strength it takes to rise from the ashes.

Nagising si Kayla sa isang pamilyar na silid na matagal na niyang tinakasan. Isang huling misyon ang natanggap niya na hindi kayang tanggihan. Isang daang dolyar, ang kan'yang kalayaan, at kaligtasan ng anak kapalit ng ulo ni Leandro Gavincci. Paano kung malaman niya na ang Gavincci na tinutukoy ay ang ama ng kan'yang anak? Makakaya ba niyang isantabi ang galit at poot para sa kapakanan ng anak? Ngunit paano kung sa gitna ng misyon ay umusbong ang pag-ibig na matagal ng inilista sa tubig? Magagawa pa bang talikuran ni Kayla ang misyon sa kabila ng mga sekretong mabubunyag?

Itinakwil, iniwan at sinira ang pangarap ngunit bumalik siya kasama ang tatlong anak na magpapabago sa lahat ng plano ng kan'yang asawa na kailanman ay hindi pa niya nakikita.

Lena married billionaire Dominic Black in a hush-hush deal to save her family from debt. But after one cold year, he files for divorce without ever knowing she was pregnant. Five years later, he crashes back into her life—not just as a CEO, but as the man her daughter unknowingly calls “Uncle Dom.”

Everyone in Palermo knew Alessandro De Luca had a reputation. He was the Boss of the De Luca family, one of the oldest bloodlines in Sicily — a name tied to the port, the courts, and half the construction contracts in Palermo. Wealth, power, discipline—those things were expected. Romance was not. He didn’t chase women, and he never went back to the same one twice. Until me. When we broke up after a brutal argument, he did something no De Luca had done in generations—he stood outside the gates of the Moretti estate, my family home, for an entire day and night. I watched from behind the curtains and never opened the door. The next day, he came inside the estate kitchen himself. Alessandro De Luca, who grew up surrounded by servants, tried to cook my favorite seafood pasta with his own hands. He burned the sauce. I threw it away without tasting it. On the third day, he found the necklace my grandmother had left me—something my uncle had sold years ago—and bought it back, paying far more than it was worth, just to return it to me. At a formal family dinner, in front of elders and allies, he made it clear: No more women. Only me. It took him a year to win me back. That summer, fireworks lit up the Palermo coastline as he announced our engagement. I believed he had chosen me. Until the night of a private gathering at an old harbor estate. A young woman was being pulled forward in the middle of the courtyard, her dress torn at the shoulder, tears running down her face. Alessandro went still. Then he stood up. He didn’t look at me. He didn’t explain. He just walked toward her. And something inside me went cold. I rested my hand over my abdomen. There was something I hadn’t told him yet. He broke his word that night. So I broke mine.

I found out I was pregnant at the same time as my mafia husband’s childhood sweetheart Rosa. To protect her baby from being aborted by her parents, my husband claimed her baby as his own. As for mine? He coxed me, saying he will claim only after her baby was born. I confronted him, demanding to know why he would do this to me. His response was cold and unwavering: “Claiming her baby as mine was the only way to protect them both. I won’t let anything happen to her or the child.” In that moment, as I looked at the man I had loved for ten years, I realized my love for him had died. Not long after, my family condemned me, calling me a slut for having a child without a father and pressured me into getting an abortion. Meanwhile, my husband was in another city, with his sweetheart, helping her through her pregnancy. By the time he returned, I was already gone.

I was the side character, the one destined to be neglected, forgotten, and never chosen. In the novel’s story, I was merely a background existence—the woman fated to marry the male lead, yet never once receive his love. The wife who shared his name but never his attention. Salvatore Mancini. The perfect male lead. Cold, powerful, and admired by everyone. Except me. Because in this story, his heart already belonged to someone else. When I first realized I had transmigrated into this novel, I thought I could change my fate. I tried to avoid the original scenes, tried to step away from the plot. But every time I tried to change something…I returned to the same place. The same moment, the same outcome. As if the unseen author of this story was reminding me again and again: You are only a puppet, and puppets don’t decide their roles. So I stopped resisting. If the story wanted me to be the neglected wife, then I would simply live quietly and let the plot run its course. That was my plan. Until one night, when I finally looked at the man and said casually— “Tell me something, Mr. Mancini. Aren’t you supposed to be my husband?” His cold eyes narrowed slightly, but I simply leaned back and smiled. “Then fulfill your role properly. Let’s see… what kind of man the great Salvatore Mancini is.” For the first time since our marriage he actually looked at me, not through me. At me. I didn’t know what changed after that, but from that night onward. Even when he looked at me with clear irritation. Salvatore Mancini began appearing around me more and more. Which left me with a very unsettling thought. The plot…It didn’t change, right?

She was his forgotten wife. He was her biggest mistake. Four years later, she returns — richer, colder, and carrying his secret. For three years, Yessica did everything right. She made his breakfast, celebrated their anniversaries alone, and loved a man who barely knew her name. When she nearly bled to death during a pregnancy complication — calling Lewis four times while he finished a business meeting — she finally understood: she was never a wife. She was a convenience. So she left. With nothing but the baby growing inside her and a borrowed £50,000, she built Bellamy Holdings into a £500 million empire. She became the woman no one could ignore. Now she's back. And so is Lewis Silverthorn — shattered, desperate, and staring at a four-year-old daughter with his exact gray eyes. He wants forgiveness. He wants his family. But Yessica built her walls from the rubble of his neglect, and a charming rival named Rafferty Montague is offering her everything Lewis never could. Worse — someone has been pulling strings all along. A betrayal runs deeper than either of them imagined, and this time, it could cost them everything. Can a man undo three years of silence with a lifetime of trying? Or is some love too broken to survive?