Libro Esposa Olvidada Novels & Stories

"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?"

--- 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.

Evelyn sat on the edge of the bed. “You've called me three times in twenty minutes.” “I had a reason.” “What happened?” There was a pause. Then the woman on the other end spoke. “I'm coming home in a few days.” Evelyn sat up. “What?” “You heard me. I'll be back in a few days.” “You said you weren't coming back yet.” “I changed my mind.” Evelyn stood. “Why?” The woman's voice became serious. “Because I just heard Damien Schrett is getting married.”

His entire body swayed unsteadily. After a long moment, he suddenly summoned Lupo. "Didn't you say my wife's miscarriage report was fake? Where exactly is she now?" A sense of unease rose in Dante's heart. He finally realized something was very wrong. Sure enough, Lupo said nervously, "Boss, the madam's miscarriage report is real. We never said the report was fake. And the madam left Eralia by plane two weeks ago..." Dante spun around to look at Isabella, but she had already taken advantage of the chaos to attempt a quiet escape out of the wedding venue.

He said and ended the call, leaving me to my misery. “Who the fuck did this? Who the hell did this?” I groaned and immediately searched around looking for anyone around. “Where is my wife?” I asked one of the maids seeing that Lucia is nowhere to be found. “She left together with Mayor Eduardo early this morning.” She replied. “Where to?” I asked the girl and she shook her head. “I have no idea, sir.” she shook her head, and I heaved a deep sigh. “And my mother?” I asked another question.

Travis pulled out a key and unlocked it. Inside was a small study, lined with old books, photographs, and dusty journals. He picked up a leather-bound book and blew off the dust. “This belonged to my great-grandfather,” he said. “He kept records of everything that happened here... the good, the bad, and the dangerous.” I stepped closer, curious despite the chill crawling up my spine. “Want to read some?” he asked. I nodded, and he opened the book to a marked page. The words told of a tragic love story, betrayal, and a family feud that ended in a mysterious disappearance.

“I treated my wife horribly. I don’t remember her name. I don’t remember how she looked or how old she was then. I don’t remember anything about her at all. I don’t know where she is. Until a few hours ago, I had forgotten I was even married." He held back his choking emotions as he added. "Shortly after my marriage, I instigated Lydia Aprice to study abroad. I forgot about her existence soon after.” “A few months ago, I found the girl I had met at the beach. Which makes it even more certain that everything the Aprices told me about my wife and my mother-in-law was lies. I don’t know the whole truth about my wife, but thinking back on what I can remember, she is the biggest victim in our mar

[“So really?”] Feby almost forgot how to breathe. Did Ares's first wife already know about their illegitimate marriage? It's bad if she did! ["What else, honey? Don't you see what I am doing? There are many agendas to read. I am busy."] ["Tsk. The kids want a vacation to Bali, honey. We haven't spent time with them in a long time."] Only then could Feby be relieved after hearing more. She didn't. Her world was still safe because God had not yet revealed the secret she was keeping with her husband.