La Esposa Olvidada Novels & Stories

His eyes were bloodshot, but there was clarity in them, dangerous clarity. “How does a man forget making love to his wife for ten years?” he asked, voice rising. “Not one memory. Not one night. Ten years of marriage, and I can’t remember a single time we were together.” The hallway fell silent. “Elliot,” Helina said, her tone low and controlled, “come upstairs.” “Don’t,” he snapped, stepping back. “Don’t touch me.” He laughed once, humourless.

In less than a minute, her husband also followed and sprayed his seed again in her womb. “Ahhh, wife, I love you!” She was hugging her husband’s naked body, who was now on top of her naked body as well. She is happy because Mauro loves her. But something is missing; he has amnesia, and she worries that his feelings for her will change when his memory returns. And she will be hurt again.

Shanna stupidly asked her parents, who just bowed down because they didn't know either. They had just seen Sheena's body before it was buried, so they were certain she had died. And then there was another... How did Don Velasco find someone's long-forgotten name? They are bothered by the fact that their nightmare from the past appears to be returning. Don Velasco's arrival at their hacienda He was hit with a slap right away. "H-how did you do this, Rudolfo?" His wife sobbed. "M-Melinda?" His wife glared at him and slapped him with the photos she had just received.

My ears rang from the force of the slap, “You think you have the right to divorce him? Do you even understand your position?” Before I could respond, he grabbed the whip hanging beside the wall, the sound of leather cutting through the air sent a chill down my spine. CRACK! The lash struck my back, pain exploded across my body. “Do you think you have any place in this family without that marriage?” Richard Carter roared. CRACK! Another strike, my knees buckled, “You are only useful because you are Salvatore Mancini’s wife!” CRACK! By the third strike, I could barely stay conscious, pain blurred my vision, my body collapsed onto the floor, and the last thing I heard before everything went dar

Richard was not happy about that. "I'm not kidding. I don't remember what happened before. To be precise, I've forgotten what happened in the past year or so." "What's going on here? How can you forget? You can forget anyone, but you can't forget your wife! If she knows that you have forgotten her, she will definitely kill you!" "You've have been chattering for a long time, but you haven't made it clear. When did I get married? Who is my wife?" "Your wife is Valeria! You're dead if she knows this! William, you're over!"

Uno said, and Manuela fell quiet. Don’t get used to him calling you that, she told herself. You’ll only end up crying again. Don’t let it get to you, no matter how many times he says “wife.” “The journey will take an hour and a half. Shame we can’t play a game while we’re blindfolded, Mr. Urquio.” A voice—presumably the captain’s—said from across the cabin. “I have no interest in playing games with you, Ibarra.” “Boring. By the way—did your wife ask about the full details of Isla Paraiso? Did you tell her it’s not just a resting spot for thugs and businessmen… but that the island is also known for its… services?”

The garden was filled with people—aunts and uncles whose faces I vaguely recognized from the wedding, cousins I had never met, Isidora looking glowing and pregnant, her husband beside her looking uncomfortable. They all turned when we entered, conversations stopping mid-sentence, and I felt the effect of their judgment like a physical thing. The woman who'd tried to run. The woman who'd stabbed the Calavera and nearly killed him. The woman who'd hidden his son for three and a half years. "Everyone," Lucrecia announced. "This is Anya. César's wife. And this..." she placed her hand on Marcello's shoulder "...is Marcello. The next generation of Navarros."

She asked. Robert, Luis and Andre just stood still looking at Anderson, someone they all thought he was dead. As for Juliet she never knew Maria had a husband. Veronica knew he was alive all this while, but Kate pleaded with her to keep it a secret. "Who is she?" Anderson asked his wife feigning pretence. Maria expression changed, he doesn't recognized me?" She thought. "Don't you know who I'm?" She asked walking closer to him. "Maria I'm sorry he lost his memory, he doesn't remember even his children, the doctor said the damage was too much, he can't get his memory back." She responded.

“Relative?! Alfred answered me. Got it! I told Alfred that I don’t remember any of my relatives. He can’t know that my memory has returned. Alfred is also guilty of me. He pretends to be my husband, even though he is not. It hurts for me that they singled me out. But before I die, I want my daughter to have a good life. She will get back what was meant for her. “Oh! I’m sorry Alfred, I forgot to tell you that one day, while I was walking in the square someone, recognized me. Didn’t I lose my memory? She told me something about my life. And she said he was my relative.“ That’s what I told Alfred. I saw the reaction of fear on his face. I know that he is afraid that if I find out that he h

"You won't remember me, or my name. But I will remember you. You're the she-wolf that almost stole the title of Alpha from me. The she-wolf that almost ruined plans five years in the making. And I won't let that happen. Those herbs will erase your memories. Unfortunately, you have a mate bond with James, so I won't be able to erase it entirely, but I can make it useless to you." Elizabeth felt her feet give way beneath her, and she collided with the ground. ________________________________ Elizabeth woke up groggy, holding her head. Had she collapsed outside her own front door? She grasped her head. Has she tripped over something? What happened? She glanced at the front step, a note left on