Libro Esposa Olvidada Novels & Stories

Just a growing sense of horror as the pieces fell into place. The plane crash. The trauma. The memory loss. All real. But everything after—the story Eleanor had constructed about Antonio, about my life as Amelia Alvarez—all lies. I read until my eyes burned, until the first hints of dawn crept through the windows. Articles detailed how Marco Valdez, my first husband, had become obsessed with getting me back after I left him for Alejandro. How he'd made threats, attempted kidnappings. By five in the morning, my eyes were red and raw, but I wasn't crying. I was beyond tears. Beyond shock. I'd moved into a strange, cold clarity.

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.

That! "It's not possible! It's unfair!" I said and re-read what my brother wrote from the beginning. "I actually read that they got married and then I also read--" I said while reading the book carefully. "You think also that she has memory lost, Am I right?" Nathan replied and looked at me from his glasses. "She already had a child with another man, Mio we can't do anything." Jasral said while also reading the book. "It's not possible! They're fooling him!" I promised annoyed and put the book back in the bag.

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.

I had never known what was behind it. I never went in. I never even dared to touch the doorknob. That room was never mine. It belonged to Emily. The place where she now slept comfortably beside the man I once called my husband. A place warm with laughter and touch—all the things I never had during years of marriage.

"To get my wife back." "Wrong answer." Lewis blinked. "Excuse me?" "You're not here to get your wife back." Dr. Walsh set down her pen. "You're here because you destroyed your marriage and you don't know how to live with that. Try again." "I failed her." "Closer. Keep going." "I made her invisible." The words came out flat. Factual. Like he was reading from a report. "Three years. I was right there and I made her disappear." Dr. Walsh wrote something. "How?"