La Mujer De Mi Esposo Capitulos Completos Novels & Stories

The second she's up, she pulls away from him and stands next to his Mother, who holds her like she's the victim here. “My husband!” Mama screams, “Why did you have to leave me alone?…. You said we'd die together but you've gone without me!” she screams. Her hysteria almost makes me laugh, and I now realise Sasha hasn't cried in any of the hysterics that we all have but now that I'm looking at her? She isn't herself. I can’t tell if she’s holding herself together or just trying not to pass out. “Look at the Capo's wife,” I hear someone say. “She looks so pale, like she died too.”

I tried to place my hand on her thigh as I drove, but she pushed it away, and turned the radio knob until she found a station she didn't mind listening to. When we arrived, her sisters got out, but I grabbed Maria's arm. "Let go of me." She jerked. I locked the door on her and turned to her holding her arms tightly. "Maria, we are in public...you know what is to be expected. You are my wife, and you will act like a wife of a Capo...Am I understood."

The older woman followed his eyes to May, back to Felix, and then back to May again. “He’s your husband? You were married?” May answered tiredly, “So he says. It’s not like I remember anything anyway.” Mrs. Rosario stood up and walked to Felix with polite warmth. She held out her hand. “Well, hello. I’m Isabella Rosario. My husband, Carlos, runs the clinic where May was brought three months ago. We’re…,we’ve been her family here.” Felix took her hand with a grateful grip. “Thank you. I’m so grateful for your help. More than I can say.”

, and Maria said no. "You did what you felt and trust me if it was me I would have done the same thing or more worse than this. Coz you know even in this emotional torture going inside you, you didn't accused him nor did you misunderstood the whole situation. It was all bottled up inside you and I'm happy to know that you are a sharp lady. And I'm sure with this smart ass brain of yours will never let your title wife be snatched by anyone. She was and will always be a past and you his present and future being his one and only wife for life", Dia smiled hearing her place was reserved and she knows her place and position was so strong and powerful that everyone will need to bow down near her.

He stopped when they got to a secluded part of the hospital. "Why did you call me?" She demanded shaking. Her husband could catch her at any time with this man and she was sure he wouldn't want to listen to any explanation she rendered. "Well, Nathan has regained his memory and wants his wife back. What are you going to do about it?" "You mean we, we are in this together right?" Rodriguez nodded and continued, "Of course we are but sadly you'll have to do the work. What Nathan wants, he gets." There was a bit something strange about all this, Mrs. Contreras could not help but notice.

the captain gave in. Maan was left dumbfounded with the turn of events until the captain left. She just felt Gil’s hands on her shoulder urging her inside the house that brought back her consciousness. “What do you mean by that?” she asked perplexed. Gil let out a sigh before answering. “ I just introduced you as my wife! You went out hurriedly so that’s the only valid excuse that came to me to explain why I am living with a woman in my house. “ he explained nonchalantly.

She also said she would buy a new pair. The night before, I saw the wedding ring in her pocket. I was secretly overjoyed and was waiting for her to give it to me. It turned out she had given it to someone else. My heart ached at the thought of it. I forced a smile and said coldly, “Maximus, are you saying your wife is Willow? “Do you have the guts to call her over and have her tell me that herself?” Maximus kicked me in anger. “Ha! Who do you think you are? First, you disrupt my show, and now, you dare to covet my wife?

A sound that made my blood run cold. A woman's laugh. Breathy. Intimate. Then Adrian's voice: "Shh. She's probably still asleep." No. No, he wouldn't. Not here. Not in our apartment. But I already knew he would. Because I'd seen this before. In my first life, in a different place, but the same scene. The same betrayal. I stood slowly, silently. Crept to the balcony door, which I'd left cracked open. And looked inside. They were in the living room. Maribel was bent over the arm of the couch, her leggings pulled down to her thighs. Adrian was behind her, one hand gripping her hip, the other squeezing her breast, his face twisted in pleasure.

“Daniel… Johnson?” “Yes. Do you know him?” The woman’s eyes slowly drifted down to my pregnant stomach, back to my face, and finally toward Number Sixteen once more. Her lips trembled. “That’s impossible…” My smile faded. “What do you mean?” “How long have you been married?” “Almost a year.” The woman shook her head frantically. “No… No… That can’t be.” “Ma’am… what is it?” Without another word, the woman let out a frightened scream. The flower pot beside her slipped from her hands and shattered loudly on the ground. She spun around, hurried through her gate, rushed into the house, and slammed the front door shut behind her.

During my baby's sip-and-see, I spotted my wife kissing her crush in the nursery, even though she had once said that both the baby and I were her greatest blessings. I squashed down my anger and took several photos. During the celebration, the photographer asked me to move closer so we could take a family portrait, but I declined. "The baby isn't mine. I'm an outsider, so I won't be in the picture." While everyone stared at me in confusion, I displayed the photos of their affair on the big screen.