Libro Esposa Olvidada Novels & Stories

In this house, the walls didn't just have ears; they had eyes that reported everything back to the master of the house. “I was just looking for a book on estate management,” I said, clutching a heavy, leather-bound volume to my chest. It was a lie. I was actually looking for the original copy of our marriage contract. “The library is for reading, not for rummaging,” Maribel said. She finally stepped aside, her lip curling in a way that mirrored Helena’s sneer. “I’ll have a tray sent to your room. Since you clearly aren't going out tonight.”

I said, confused. "If she is unconscious, who was driving that car?" said Tristan. "Where is Larissa?" I said, feeling short of breath, "Where is my wife, Roberto?". ******************************************************************** Author's Note: I am very grateful to all of you for giving my book a chance; please leave your comments on what you think of the story, what you thought of the decisions of the characters, don't forget to leave your rating (the little stars) to my book. Spanish version: https://www.buenovela.com/book_info/31000007152/null/Cuando-dejas-tu-corazon-atras

Deleting the message now would do nothing. This isn't making any sense. “Don’t be selfish now, Isobelle. Let your kid meet his family. Plus, do you think Nikolai's family can let you board the flight somewhere to continue living your life knowing you are still married to their son? Not to mention, now that they know about their grandson?”

Leticia's mother guided her to their jardín, then a la sirvienta brought a chi tsaa. "Mamá, tengo la sensación de que olvidé algo. No sé exactamente lo que estoy buscando. (Mom, I have this feeling that I forgot something. I don't exactly what I am looking for.)" Her mother looked at her with confusion, "¿Qué quieres decir? ¿Mi hija? (What do you mean? My daughter?)" She held Leticia's hand. "No lo sé, pero parece que olvidé cómo conocí a mi esposo. Olvidé quien soy. (I don't know but it seems like I forgot how I met my husband. I forgot who I am.)" Leticia replied.

“Larisa is just my past, Mom. Now my wife is Natasya. And please, don’t let Natasya find out about Larisa.” Edgar chuckled softly. “This is very interesting. Your ex-girlfriend becomes your wife’s secretary.” Roby turned sharply. “What do you mean?” Edgar leaned back against the sofa. “I’m just thinking. You and Larisa used to love each other. Just because you married Natasya, it seems too easy for you to forget Larisa.” “Is it proper for a man to think about another woman when he has a wife at home?” Roby shot back. Edgar smirked.

As I started the engine and looked at Sienna sitting beside me, I was really thankful. After all the problems that happened during those weeks, I began to think that I am going to lose my wife. But this morning, Sienna is still here beside me, willing to smile and even willing to give me another chance. I tightened my grip on the steering wheel lightly. Thanks, Sienna. I promised myself that I am going to make everything better. However, for some reason, I couldn't help but think about Wilona. I can't forget about what happened on that day. From the hotel, to waking up forgetting everything, to the accusation from Wilona, even up to the money I promised to her all flashed back in front of my

THE UNSEEN HUSBAND Sebastian found the journal by accident. It was three days after the confrontation with Helena, and he'd been looking for a book to read to the children before bed. Alessia had mentioned keeping some books in the chest by the window, so he'd opened it without thinking. Inside, beneath a few worn volumes, was a leather-bound journal. He almost closed the chest immediately—it was clearly private, clearly Alessia's—but the page it was open to caught his eye. Not because of nosiness, but because of the handwriting. The same careful script from the letters Helena had intercepted, but this time formed into poetry.

Out of the blues, Esoesa began giggling, and that diffused the tense situation as everyone paid rapt attention to her. We got home and my parents in law checked into the guest room to get some rest. Osagiede put Eseosa in her crib, because she had slept off in the car on the way back. I went into the room and my eyes were immediately drawn to a shiny object on the dressing table. As I got close to it, my heart began to beat faster. I would know that book anywhere. It was the infamous diary, the same one in which I had found out I was a plan B. The same one that my wife had written she didn't love me.

Eleanor could see straight into the empty executive suite from her desk. As his secretary, she had his entire calendar memorized, today included. Which meant she knew exactly where he was out on a yacht, deep-sea fishing with Cassandra. Every meeting, every deal on the books today, canceled without explanation. She remembered, with an old, familiar ache, the last time he'd done exactly this skipping her hospital bed after the miscarriage for the same trip with the same woman. "You think Julian and Cassandra actually got married already?" Karen was gossiping by the coffee machine.

Carefully unfolding the note, her brows furrowed even more as she realized it was another ash note. You do not seem to be interested in the fact that your husband is hiding something from you. Your life has been threatened yet again, if you do not piece the puzzle together, you might just lose your life entirely. The book... Finish it! Go to the library, aisle four, second shelf, second row, third column. The red book, read that too if you want to know the truth. Hazel frowned as she stared at the paper in her hand. Luca... Hiding something from her?