Libro Esposa Olvidada Novels & Stories

“Can't remember me? Did you have an amnesia? Tss, let me bring your memories back. “ His lips violently devoured mine. Damn, that kiss felt like I really was married. But why was I letting that man violate me? My husband would be furious! I struggled until he finally let go of my lips. Shit. Was my husband too worthless that he didn’t even find me for five months? Was he looking for me? I cried. @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO Thank you so much! Want to hear your review! THANKS A LOT! (By the way: If you can understand tagalog, I have so lot of Tagalog Novel for you to re

The discovery shattered Salvatore. So devastating was the truth that he had collapsed and been rushed to the hospital. While listening to the conversation, he had expected his wife to deny everything. Instead, the moment the man's mention of Sophia came up—the same Sophia who had introduced her to them—her reaction had told him all he needed to know. They couldn't see her expression through the device, but Salvatore knew his wife too well. Her silence had been enough.

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.

"Stop kidding yourself! We got married because of a promise, not love. I thought Elliot couldn't accept you. Turns out, you're the one who couldn't accept him. This is the only way to make it right." Seeing Randall about to lose everything, his parents softened. "For the sake of all these years as a family, forgive him this once. Please." "Yeah, he really does love you." Olivia looked at them, and for a brief second, she thought of Elliot's mom. She had once promised that woman she would take care of Elliot for the rest of her life. She had called her "Mom" and meant it. In the end, she was the one who got her killed. Olivia's voice turned colder. "That's enough. I'm divorcing him. He doesn'

Toying with a dagger out of nowhere, Lynne said offhandedly, “Ray, she’s a cheater. Sheh did you dirty. Should I carve her for you? Krystal’s knees buckled, and she knelt before me. “Ray, we’ve been married for seven years. Think of what we once meant to each other…” I kicked her down. “Don’t talk to me about feelings. Seven years of marriage, yet you stood by as your father struck me, and your lover humiliated me.” She hung her head low in shame. “Ray, I made a mistake. I wanted a child so badly that I believed his lies. It won’t happen again… “Ray, the family legacy rests on my shoulders. I needed an heir. Surely, you can see where I’m coming from.”

He edged closer. “You’re supposed to be dead.” he replied, the words hung in the air, sharp and cold. Isabella swallowed. “So I’ve heard.” Lorenzo’s gaze hardened. He had endured five years of questions and losses and now the woman who vanished was just standing here, acting like it was nothing. “Did you really think I wouldn’t recognize my own wife?” His voice went even lower. Wife. That word stung. Isabella steadied her voice. “I’m not your wife anymore.”

Amanda did not care about Oriaga's presence, she had already emphasized to herself that the man was just a bully, so Amanda should stay away. The wife hid herself behind the library door, she returned to sit on the sofa by the window, she had neatly put away the colorless design and chose to open the pages of the thick book that Amanda had left behind. The tapping sound of Oriaga's shoes echoed in every corner of the mansion, he was cold to the servants who greeted him, he did not respond or look at anyone's face. He opened the door to the main room without knocking, then grumbled at the absence of Amanda, Oriaga's second choice immediately moved to the library. He was lucky to find his wife

As we approached a group of individuals standing near the arrival gate, my eyes fixated on the figure standing in the center. My breath caught in my throat, and my steps faltered as recognition dawned upon me. It was Ignacio, my Spanish husband, whom I had left behind in Spain under the pretense of starting a fashion line in New York. Cullen, unaware of the connection between Ignacio and me, approached him with a welcoming smile. "Ignacio, meet my wife, Brielle," he introduced, his voice filled with pride and affection. My heart raced, and I felt a knot tightening in the pit of my stomach. Ignacio's bewildered expression mirrored my own confusion and disbelief.

4 It’s been two hours since we have stepped into Grand Atrium, everyone around me was enjoying the movie like they would go blind after it, though I was only the one realizing much bigger facts apart from the movie, I had realized what a boring and robotic life I was living back there; so loyal to my husband that I couldn’t see what I had become. Eliana told me about her friends and how they left their spouse barely after their marriage just began because they wouldn’t allow them to club alone. Here I was, serving my husband’s needs all the time and still being treated like a trash can.

“That bitch has been dead for more than a decade, and still, you hold her dearly in your heart.” “She was my wife,” Lucas growled, unable to hide his anger briefly. “How can I forget that?” Edith screamed. “You chose her over me.” Lucas froze. What the fuck was she talking about? He doesn't remember it ever being a choice because he fell in love with Lorena at first sight. It didn't help that she was already married to a scumbag who had been abusing her daily like a ritual. “What are you talking about?” He was genuinely confused.