Libro Esposa Olvidada Novels & Stories

I looked her straight in the eyes. "Suri, when I first woke up, I couldn't remember anything. I was terrified. Then I found out you were my wife, and I was happy because I already knew who you were. I thought you were an amazing person." "Suri, I always dreamed of getting married. I thought I'd end up with a kind wife. I never imagined she'd be someone like you... "I'm disappointed in you, but I'm even more disappointed in myself. I used to look down on people who lost themselves in relationships, but I used love as an excuse to let you hurt me until I didn't even recognize myself anymore.

Suspiciously empty, as most of her shoes and bags were gone. “That bitch!” I cursed, yanking the wardrobe open to find all her clothes gone. I chuckled with disbelief. “If you think you can run away from me after that stunt you just pulled, think again.” Pulling out my phone, I called one of the best private investors I knew. “Pete, I need you to find my wife again.” A short chuckle came through the receiver. “It took you long enough to realize. Although you would have found out much earlier that your wife was the newly announced LG Group heir if you hadn't cut the call on me the last time we spoke.”

I had no interest in watching the two old fossils before me banter like kids. ‘I just wanted to know one thing! Where is my wife?’ “Leo, where did you keep my wife? I need her.” Leo looked at me surprised, confused and a bit happy. “You have a wife? Since when? Good, thank goodness you dropped that crazy woman named Carmen.” My face turned colourful like a palette, it was red, blue and black. “My wife is Carmen, you should know that.” “Carmen is also not crazy. If you kidnapped Carmen, give her back to me now.” I said.

Isabella halted in front of the door, recognizing the familiar voice. "Isn't that Sheila, your husband's best friend?" Manuela whispered. Isabella nodded, sensing an urge to step back and keep her innocent gaze. Despite that, she pulled the door open. The room was illuminated, revealing her husband entangled with Sheila, his alleged best friend. They lay exposed, devoid of any sheets. Isabella shivered as coldness ran down her spine. Her heart raced, threatening to escape her mouth as she discovered her husband shamelessly cheating on their marital bed.

Not that it mattered to Eulalia, as Percival’s appearance surpassed anyone else's in her eyes, filling her with pride at the thought of her husband. Trying not to stare at the stranger, Eulalia focused on the movie, which was disrupted ten minutes in by a ringing phone. It was the man beside her who answered, his voice strangely familiar to Eulalia. The movie was a romantic drama that started off light and funny but turned somber, depicting a woman with Alzheimer's whose lifelong partner marries someone else, despite promising to be with her forever. The woman forgets many things but remembers him. In the end, she tears up love letters she wrote to him, makes them into paper boats, and relea

she never failed to remind me of that stupid thing I did but I was not ready to let that deter me or make me regret fighting for what I truly wanted. “I didn’t leave. I forgot.” I slammed the marriage certificate down on her coffee table. “But you knew. You knew where I was. You knew I had no idea. And you still kept him from me! Why? Why didnt you come back looking for me and why was it that when you finally came back, you hid from me? You djdnt only hide yourself, you hid my child as well? Why did you do that?'

ISABELLE'S POV. “ I'm sorry but who are you? Do I know you?” Kristen asked with a confused expression and it felt like my head was about to explode. “Kristen? It's me, Isabelle, your wife.. don't you remember me?” I asked as I felt my heart beat accelerate. “ I'm sorry but I don't remember getting married..Can you please get the doctor? My legs hurt.” He calmly said but I stared at him with teary eyes.

Marco and Letta were engrossed in their respective books. Letta's idea of reading at the library seemed to have sparked Marco's interest in picking up the unfinished books he had left aside. Occasionally, Marco glanced at his wife, who was completely absorbed in the romantic novel he had bought for her a few months ago. Meanwhile, he himself delved into a dense book on various economic indicators and the world economy.

" Doña commanded, smiling as if she was going crazy with the happiness she felt watching Elijah suffer. Elijah couldn't stop the tears from flowing down his cheeks. Even though he was struggling, he couldn't leave his beloved husband. "I can handle this, I'll do anything to get us back together. I'll find out everything, I'll find out why lejandro memories suddenly disappeared. Especially Furtiza! Why did she become the wife he recognized and not me, when she was gone for just one morning and when she came back she didn't recognize me anymore! That's crazy!"

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