La Esposa Olvidada Novels & Stories

She hated that her fingers still twitched at the memory of his skin. And worst of all, she hated that part of her still believed he loved her. Because if he did… Then why did he abandon her? Why did he let her go three years ago without a fight? The next morning, the storm outside had calmed—but not the one inside her. A knock on the door broke her thoughts. It wasn’t Travis this time. It was Jacobo, his loyal assistant. He handed her a tablet. “Mr. Forger asked me to give you this. You’ll want to see the footage.”

"Married? He has a wife?" "Yes!" her father confirmed, his eyes blazing with the finality of his words. "To whom?" Carlota asked, her voice a mere breath, desperately seeking answers amidst her confusion. "To your cousin, Eloisa," her father revealed, his words cutting through the air like a dagger. "What!" Carlota's reaction was explosive, her face a mask of shock and incredulity, her jaw clenched tightly in a mix of rage and frustration. Jealousy surged through her veins, consuming her as she realized Eloisa had once again outdone her.

“That woman is the reason your dad isn’t here with us!” “Enough!” I yell standing. I pull Ellie to me, “Our marriage isn’t a sham. I love this woman in a way I have never loved anyone. She would’ve stayed in the burn unit with me. If they didn’t let her, she’d sleep in the lobby. Ellie is my wife and I asked her to marry me. We renewed our vows on the beach for our anniversary. I’m thankful for everything that happened because it led me to meeting my wife. I didn’t remember ever being so happy as I am with her. You do not get to talk about her as if she’s the other woman! You cheated!” I tell her. “We are leaving,” I tell Ellie as I take her hand and pull her to the exit. “Maxwell! Julianna

“If I told you Claudia actually said the words ‘we need you to pretend to be his wife again,’ would you buy me chocolate cake?” Theresia snorted. Jasmine nearly choked on her tea. “Excuse me, WHAT?” “You’re not joking, right?” “Unfortunately, no,” I said, grabbing the menu. “You… you have to play wife again?” Jasmine repeated, like she needed confirmation that I was actually living inside a soap opera plot and not real life. “Yup. Full package. Fancy house, missing memories, hot husband who forgot he used to be a bastard.” Theresia leaned back in her chair, arms crossed. “Hold up. Wait. So he forgot literally everything, but the part that stuck was you… as his wife?”

All I knew, with a desperate certainty, was that I wanted my husband back. "But how can you say that? You didn't see him. He has another woman, a mistress! He has been having her all these years. They have a child. She is pregnant. They're expecting another baby!" "I understand what you're saying, dear," my mother-in-law said calmly. "I need you to relax. I know it's all-new, and you're still in denial, but that is the reality of things. It is true; Ryan does have another woman, a mistress. They do have a child together. They are expecting another child. But you are forgetting that you're the wife."

Her hand raised waved to the waiter, then she ordered a cup of black coffee. "I know," Leah replied softly, she wasn't really sure what kind of message that made Chloe hated her this much but it must be a very evil message. "Start talking, I don't have much time!" Chloe took a cigarette and lit it, looking at Leah with displeasure. "I lost my memory three months ago, I really don't remember anything except what happened back in 2016," "When I woke up from my coma everything was so chaotic, suddenly a man appeared and said that he was my husband, then another man also appeared and said that the previous man was not my husband,"

His wife…? He remembers he was having a fight with his wife and she runs away. He remembers going after her but then he cannot remember anything. He realizes that he lost consciousness somehow and he is alone in the cottage now and his wife is nowhere around. The rainfall has stopped by now. He tries to go look for her to see if she has returned. He suddenly remembers there was blood in his head. He touches his head to see if he is still bleeding. He finds out that he is not bleeding at all. Surprisingly, all the blood is gone. He thinks maybe she has returned. Just when he is about to leave the room, he finds a diary. He did not see this diary last day. Where did it come from? The diary loo

Yes, I’ve known her ever since their first year of college, she was with her friend then while they were dancing in their PE subject. I went back to my friends who were now laughing at me. “Being in love is different.” Amex teased me “Shut up Mex.” I kicked him “Fuck. It’s raining.” “Where’s Alta? Find him, dude.” This time its Brosiah I agreed to find her, we went to the place where I left her earlier. but she is gone. I was about to leave but Brosiah shouted “FUCK” he cursed so loud “Beau!” He called my name “There's a floating body of a girl. Fuck. Isn’t that A-Alta?”

I wasn't dreaming. I'd just lost my memory. Everything after I was eighteen was gone. And now I was twenty-seven. The last thing I remembered was starting college and crushing on an upperclassman named Suri Sinclair. She was beautiful, distant, and had everything—looks, money, and talent. She'd skipped grades, so even though she was an upperclassman, she was actually a few years younger than me. And now... She was my wife. According to Monica, I married Suri at twenty-two.

A lot of it. She blinked hard, trying to focus, her breathing shallow and ragged. Where was she? How did she get here? Fragments of memory slammed into her like broken glass. She had been following a lead. A quiet meeting with a former Hartley employee who claimed to know the truth about the “disappeared” wives. The man had been nervous, whispering about the Circle, about rituals, about how the family didn’t just control wealth … They played God with their lives. Then pain.