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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.

Memories of the girl she used to be before life hardened her. Lucian placed something else in her hands. A journal, leather-bound, heavy with years of wear. “This… is yours too.” Isla looked down, confused, then opened it. The first page stopped her cold. “To my wife, the woman who will never read these words, because I am too much of a coward to tell her.” Her eyes blurred. Page after page, written in Lucian’s sharp yet genuine script. It was another journal like the old one which he had written for her.

He said she was the perfect wife and that he would give her anything she wanted as long as she was happy. So she'd lived like a queen. To her, life was making up for the things it had taken when she was young. How then, had she gone from that to being a paralyzed vegetable? What was everyone going to say about her? God, why had she trusted that little witch Lisandra? She was the one who'd convinced her that Max's wife was only after their money. Now that she wasn't blinded by the bullshit Lisandra told her, she could see how things were really. Max only gave his wife her own credit card so she wouldn't go asking for money from anyone. Hadn't Edgar given her a credit card too when they got ma

“You’ve given that man three years of your light, Evelyn. Let Paris be the place you remember who you were before him.” Before Khalid. Before the whirlwind romance at the Met Gala, before I’d quietly closed my design studio to become the wife who understood his late nights and global ambitions. Before Natasha returned and I became furniture in my own marriage. I looked across the studio to the small desk where my laptop sat. The manuscript file was open. *The Husband I Once Loved*. The title still made my stomach clench. Khalid had read the first seventy pages last night. The confrontation that followed had been brutal—his hurt, my exhaustion, the way his voice cracked when he asked if I rea

She was so lost in the book that she forgot that it was her husband's name. "It is sad that you forgot your husband just after our marriage baby," Xavier said which makes Angela came back into reality. She looked at the phone. "Baby, are you there?" Xavier asked. "Yes. Why did you call me?" Angela asked him "Did you take your medicine?" Xavier asked her. "Yes," Angela said. "What are you doing now, love?" Xavier asked her. Angela looked at the card and rolled off her eyes hearing the word love. "I was reading a book," Angela said.

That was why I insisted to my father that he finds a way to make sure I get together with him. And his greedy mother made it even easier to get him. If only I had known that dumb wife of his, Sofia was the brain behind his success. I only got to find out right after we got married, but I'm not going to give up on my marriage. I won't let Sofia laugh at me for snatching her husband and then failing woefully at it. “I can't let her have the last laugh. Santoro is going to have to be useful whether he likes it or not. Damn! That useless husband of mine.” I complained and sipped some wine.

She watched, a silent sentinel, as the color gradually returned to her cheeks, as her eyes, once vacant, began to track her movements. Hayes’s mother came by often with Myra,her child. Her husband was still awol and no where to be seen. Heavens knew that eliana wouldn’t be able to control herself if she saw him. From what she heard , he was too much like Ethan. And she would not allow another story take place under her watch. She sent Loretta digging for any clue that would help her find out the events of that night but so far she had found none. She would discover it. It was only a matter of time. One afternoon, as she read from a worn poetry book, professor Hayes fingers twitched. Then, he

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