Libro Esposa Olvidada Novels & Stories

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.

“Those two years when your legs were paralyzed—yes, I wasn’t by your side. But why? Because I was out finding a cure for you! “I went into the hottest deserts, battling sandstorms and blistering heat to find the plants needed for extracting those medicinal compounds. My team and I were nearly swallowed by quicksand. We faced storms that almost killed us. But I never backed down because I wanted you healed. I wanted the research to succeed more than anyone else. “And what about you? While I was risking my life for you, what were you up to? You were sleeping with my cousin. You hid it from me for two years! And you even used ‘business trips’ as an excuse to marry her in America!

She got married to a man who was wealthier than me and only returned to Florida when the man lost everything. I remember when Olivia told me Kira had gotten married and left the country with another man on the day I wanted to introduce her to my family. Olivia could not tell me the name of the man Kira had gotten married to, but in this document, I found the man's name, Oliver.

If I didn’t know that man was my husband—the father of my baby—I would have sworn they were a couple, happy and in love. “Isabella Caruso? The doctor is ready for your examination,” the nurse called. Vincent turned, his face drained of color, his eyes scanning the hallway. He must have heard my name. When his eyes landed on me, his mouth opened, but no words came out. I had been happily married to Vincent Falcone, my mafia husband, for nearly ten years. This year, I was finally pregnant with his child. He of all people should know how difficult is for me to have the baby now. How could he do this to me?

After Dominic Hatch loses his memories, he refuses to believe that I'm his wife. "If you really are my wife, why is it that there aren't any photos of us together?" I explain to him that he doesn't like taking photos. That's why we didn't even have a wedding portrait of us. But soon, Dominic digs out nine thick and heavy photo albums from a hidden compartment in his safe. The main characters in those albums are him and another unfamiliar woman. There are countless photos documenting their journey—from they were still children to when they had completely grown up. The pure and innocence on their faces slowly give way to the sappy love and affection they have for each other. In fact, Domi

Like I was desperate for him to love me. The sound of the front door opening cut through the silence, making my heart jump. I smoothed down my dress quickly before hurrying toward the foyer. “Ethan?” “In here.” His voice sounded distracted. Tired, almost. I rounded the corner with a smile already forming. But once again, it faded as soon as I saw the woman standing beside him. Vivian Laurent, my husband's favorite accessory. She was his newest executive consultant, and had been working closely with him for months now.

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A week had changed so much of my memory that I was more focused on the bad than on any of the good that had actually happened during my marriage. Olivia smiled as she greeted everyone, settling effortlessly into the seat beside Adrian. Not once did she ask where I was. Not once. As though I were never a thought, never someone who belonged here. Maybe that was the worst part. Nobody seemed to find it strange. Nobody asked why Adrian’s wife wasn’t sitting at the table. Nobody wondered why I was upstairs while another woman occupied the seat beside my husband. It was as if they had all quietly agreed that Olivia belonged there and I didn’t.