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four years ago… when Sarah was gone. He had searched everywhere. I called everyone. Followed every possible lead. Days turned into sleepless nights, and hope slowly drained into painful acceptance. He had lost her. Not just a woman… but something priceless. Something he had only realized the value of after it was gone. A treasure he had foolishly let slip through his hands. Back then, he didn’t expect it. Didn’t expect his heart to betray him like that. But the truth was undeniable…he had never felt that kind of pain before.

In his place was a broken man who had lost everything that truly mattered. He won the game, they said. But no. He lost. He lost everything. And the worst part? He didn't know where to find her. She was gone. She hid herself well. She erased her existence from his life. And he was left alone in his big, empty house, with a wife he didn't trust, a child that wasn't his, and a heart full of pain and regret that would haunt him for the rest of his life. TO BE CONTINUE..

**** Author's note Thank you, readers, for taking your time to read this story. There will be grammatical errors because English is not my first language. **** * Married To My Enemy (Book 1) * His Ex-Wife ( Book 2) Please keep in mind that this is the sequence of the book "married to my enemy" for a better understanding, please read married to my enemy first. I wish you a fantastic reading experience!!

"Really? You don’t know the first thing about me. So, please... excuse me." "Madea, don’t go," he pleaded. The sound of my name on his lips felt like a bruise. I ignored him, turning on my heel and walking out into the humid air. Every step felt like I was wading through deep water. As the taxi hummed toward home, my mind was a chaotic loop of paranoia. *Who told him?* The humiliation tasted like copper in the back of my throat. Was our misery that loud? Was the rot in my marriage so visible that a man could fly across the ocean from Africa and smell the decay the moment he landed?

He did not just lose one but three people he loves. Am I really that person? I don't remember anything from my past. All I know was I live here and then I gave birth to my son! Joseph makes my world beautiful. Now I understand the strange feeling I had toward John. He is my husband but I am not affectionate with him. I thought it was just because of my pregnancy just like the people say here. What if I am that lost woman? What should I do?

Elara leaned into him, a soft, content expression on her face that Lucian realized, with a sickening jolt, he had never once seen directed at him. His ex-wife, the woman he had discarded, was dancing with another man, radiating a happiness that he had brutally stolen from her. The sight was a knife twisting in his gut. He knew then. He hadn't just lost a wife. He had lost everything. And he would tear the world apart to get it back. As the waltz swirled, Lucian felt a sudden, piercing chill. He looked down at his hand, and for a fleeting moment, he could almost feel the phantom weight of a tiny, trusting hand in his. A hand he had never held. A future he had destroyed.

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I chucked it away from me. "It's my report." Mini said, holding it. I thinned my lips, "Are you here to blackmail me? Go ahead." "No, Evie." She tried to hold my hand. I pushed myself away from her. I stared at her, "I don't care about anything. After three months he'll know the truth. You can tell him now. I have nothing to lose." Her eyes turned glassy, " Evie! You don't understand." "I understand everything. My husband lost his memory. His. Family kept me away from him. He was sleeping with beautiful models and actresses. It's good news for. His wife. Right?" I said sarcastically.

On the night of my tenth wedding anniversary with my billionaire husband, his female secretary called him. Ignoring the fact that I was completely naked, he pulled away and started to leave. I couldn't stop myself from confronting him. He sighed, yet his tone was inexplicably relaxed. "So you finally figured it out. Elowen is young and insecure. She's afraid I'll fall in love with your body again. "She's adorable. Now that I've tasted something young and vibrant, why would I ever settle for what’s withered and spent?" A chill spread through my body, and I stood there frozen. "Silas, that's not a funny joke." He didn't answer. He merely shot me a look of disgust. "She's underestimating hersel

“My parents’ marriage wasn’t the best example of a relationship. Then I got married, too young and too stupid. On and off deployments. Until I came back to find my best friend warming my wife’s bed. It was a hard pill to swallow.” “I can imagine,” I rasped. “Losing my friend hit me harder than losing my wife,” he added. “It should have been my sign. And Jonathan’s life with my ex-wife is anything but Walkers.” He reached for the unruly strand of hair and tucked it behind my ear. “I’m selfish, but I promise, I’ll try harder.” A tense, yet almost comfortable silence followed. The silence grew so deafening and ghosts I buried demanded I set them free.