Novel & Cerita La Esposa Olvidada

“I began to notice her long midnight chats and calls. I peeped into her chat box one day, and I saw her romantic chats with a man named Lisandro. I never spoke to her about it and I had to hire a private investigator named Scot. He dug into the young man’s profile and he found out he was her ex boyfriend who lives in Mexico. I was flabbergasted, I was grief-stricken, I was crushed. I couldn’t bear the fact that my beloved wife turned out to be exactly like my devilish mother, Amelia.

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

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.

Even so, Feby continued to look at her cell phone. “Hello!” she greeted them. “Hello. Who is this with?” [“Are you Feby?”] “Yes,” Feby replied quickly. [“Can we meet? I'm Widya. Ares' first wife.”] ***

"You're clueless about who created that drug, aren't you? It was Macie, your ex-wife. "Here's another bombshell for you. There's no cure for the memory loss. Macie's forgotten you for good. She's not coming back to you, so go ahead and live it up with your new flame."

Maya answered on the first ring. "What happened?" "He told me he's falling for me." Silence. Then: "The amnesia version of him is falling for the post-divorce version of you?" "Yes." "That's—actually kind of romantic. In a completely messed up way." "Maya." "I'm serious. He doesn't remember you as his wife. He's getting to know you as you are now. That's different than him trying to recapture what you had." "But what happens when his memory comes back?"

Slowly, he sat back down on the couch, resting his head against the headrest as he shut his eyes for a brief moment. His chest ached so badly it felt as though his heart might tear itself apart. Then he felt a hand clutch at his trousers. His eyes flew open. For the first time, he was seeing his wife cry as though she had truly lost something precious. But Salvatore knew her better than anyone. And that was precisely why he didn't trust a single tear. Her marriage had never stopped her from calling or texting him, but regardless of what she did, nothing would ever make him fall for her lies again.

--- That evening, Adrian returned to his office and sat quietly at his desk. The conversation with Sophia played over in his mind. Her reactions. Her defensiveness. Something about it didn’t feel right. He opened the file again. Then he noticed something new. A small handwritten note Daniel had added to the report. Photographer received payment from an offshore account. Owner currently unknown. Adrian stared at the note. Someone had carefully planned the trap that destroyed his marriage. Someone had gone to great lengths to make sure he believed Elena was guilty. And now, three years later, the truth was slowly rising to the surface.

Whenever Damien Blackwood looked at me like this, my body remembered things I wanted to forget. His mouth on my neck, his hand slid up my thigh under the dinner table while we smiled in front of guests. The way he once pressed me against the wall in this house and whispered against my lips, “You drive me crazy.” I hated that my skin still remembered him, that even now, with divorce papers in front of me, my pulse still jumped when he looked at my mouth for one second too long. His voice then dropped lower. “You know why we’re here.” “Do I?”

Since Roby was now a manual laborer, his body no longer smelled as pleasant as it used to. "Edgar is so foolish for keeping a wife like you. You’ve been married for years, yet you still can't even give him a child!" Camila mocked cruelly. “Mom, please?” Edgar pleaded. Even though he disliked his wife's occasional defiance, he couldn't stand to see Silva cry. “Remember this, Silva! If you give me your worthless advice one more time, I will separate you from my son, Edgar!” Larisa gave a cynical smile, enjoying Silva’s suffering. "You’re right, Mom. A wife who cannot provide an heir is nothing but a burden to the family."