Libro Esposa Olvidada Novels & Stories

--- That evening, Adrian returned to his office and sat quietly at his desk. The conversation with Sophia played over in his mind. Her reactions. Her defensiveness. Something about it didn’t feel right. He opened the file again. Then he noticed something new. A small handwritten note Daniel had added to the report. Photographer received payment from an offshore account. Owner currently unknown. Adrian stared at the note. Someone had carefully planned the trap that destroyed his marriage. Someone had gone to great lengths to make sure he believed Elena was guilty. And now, three years later, the truth was slowly rising to the surface.

The green of her irises shone with a mixture of emotions that made Emiliano’s stomach twist. “If she hadn’t abandoned you, would you still be in love with her?” At the question, Emiliano gripped the pencil in his hand so tightly that it snapped. Discreetly, he slipped his hand beneath the desk and dropped the pieces of wood onto the floor. “That question is irrelevant, Lara. It doesn’t matter anymore. She abandoned me. I don’t want to talk about it.” “But I do want to talk about it,” the woman announced. “I think it concerns me too. I’m your wife now, and the last thing I want is to live deceived.”

She became someone else when she was with him, someone she didn't recognize, someone she couldn't control. I read until the words blurred and my eyes burned and my chest felt like it was caving in. Somewhere in the back of my mind I registered that I was supposed to meet Maya in an hour. I had a coffee shop to find and a conversation to have and a truth to confront that was already unfurling in front of me page by devastating page. But I couldn't stop reading. I couldn't put the book down. My wife had written this. My wife had lived this. And I was the fiancé, sleeping in the next room, believing her lies, completely unaware that my father had taken her apart with a single handshake.

Neither pulled away. Lunch was simple, fresh fruit, bread, cheese, olives. They ate on the shaded lower deck, legs stretched out on the cushioned bench. He asked about the book she had been pretending to read for weeks. “It’s about a woman who leaves everything behind,” she said. “She walks into the sea and disappears.” He looked at her. “Does she come back?” Elena shrugged. “The book ends before we find out.” He smiled. “I hate books that do that.”

He asked. A train of memories flashed through my mind about Mariella passing out that night in my room, her eyes rolling back in the library, her body almost going limp when Jose kissed her hand. Could it be that Dante was right? “So…” I paused, still thinking over what he had just said. “You're telling me that my wife is a clairvoyant?”

Being Mrs. Schrett was supposed to be Shirley's happily ever after. Instead, it became the place where she buried every dream she ever had. When she discovers her husband's years-long affair, Shirley refuses to let her daughters grow up in a home built on deceit. She eventually walks away with nothing but her children and the forgotten talent she once sacrificed for love. Five years later, she returns as the woman behind one of the country's fastest growing luxury jewelry brands. Damien Schrett doesn't recognize the quiet wife he once knew in the confident businesswoman standing before him. He only knows he can't stop thinking about her. Now that fate has brought them toget

I ordered as Eddy nodded, yet, as he left wondering who the woman I had been married to could have kept this from me, for this definitely changed the playing field. ————— Note: This book is property of Ulliend’s Musings and only used in approved formats such as D****e, Goodnovel, Tiktok, etc.

The waves whispered encouragement, and as I awaited Selena's response, the promise of possibilities lingered in the air. As the weight of my words hung in the air, Selena's eyes flickered with a mix of emotions—surprise, vulnerability, and a hint of sadness. The revelation seemed to echo through the quiet expanse of the beach, and the waves, once a comforting backdrop, now carried an undertone of uncertainty. "I need you to know, Angel," Selena began, her voice steady but carrying the weight of years gone by, "that before your memory loss, we were more than just business partners. We were husband and wife before we got a divorce."

Three hours later, the candles had burned out, the food had turned cold and she had even changed from the red lingerie that she wore for the romantic dinner. Her husband staggered back after midnight, reeking of alcohol. “Honey, where have you been? I have been waiting for you the whole night. I had even prepared your favorite for dinner”, she said sweetly as she helped him to the couch. “Will you stop nagging me? Who gave you the right to question my movements?” he snapped. “But love, today was supposed to be our day or have you forgotten again?” This would be the third year in a row that he was forgetting about their anniversary.