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com/book_info/31000006237/Romance/When-you-leave-your-heart-behind My books are also available on Goodnovel's Spanish platform called Buenovela, here are the links. https://www.buenovela.com/book_info/31000018152/null/Por-Siempre-Tuya https://www.buenovela.com/book_info/31000007152/Rom-ntica/Cuando-dejas-tu-corazon-atras Thanks I love you guys By Lara Soultaker ******************************************************** Chapter 36 The Infidelity of the Woman You Love It's been months since my beloved Luna left. I miss her, and my wolf can't live without her, her smile, her beautiful curly hair, her scent. I can't even concentrate on my pack's business without thinking of her.

My work badge, my access card, and even my personal mobile phone were all confiscated. If they were able to find even the slightest evidence, I would be grounded for life. I didn't know how I walked out of the company office building. I went home feeling dazed. When I opened the door, what I saw was just an empty apartment. There was a file on the empty table. It was a divorce agreement. I opened it with trembling hands. The agreement was pretty clear. My wife wanted to divorce me, and I was to leave with nothing. The reason for the divorce was that I was disloyal and made a terrible mistake that ruined the reputation of our family.

"Does it not exhaust you? All that effort just to hold onto something that was never really yours to begin with?" I looked at her. I thought about ten months of this. Her name in my husband's mouth, her photo on his phone, her presence woven so completely through my marriage that at times it had been difficult to tell where the obligation ended and the affair began. I thought about the hospital room and the photograph she had held up to my face with that same smile she was wearing right now. I thought about how long I had let moments exactly like this one pass without saying a single word in response.

And she'd been in my office for three months. Working for me. Fixing the company she'd built. Looking at me with those cold eyes that used to look at me with love. She'd been right there. How could I not have recognized her? Because I'd never really looked at her. Not when we were married. Not when I divorced her. Not ever. She'd been invisible to me. Isla. My first wife. The woman I'd married out of obligation and divorced without remorse. She'd been nothing to me then.

I remembered desperately trying to save our marriage, ready to apologize for things that weren't even my fault and begging him to talk to me. The memory made me laugh bitterly. How pathetic I must have looked. How desperately I had clung to someone who couldn't wait to let me go. A sharp cramp suddenly twisted through my stomach. I immediately placed a hand over my belly. “Baby...” I whispered softly and gently rubbed my stomach until the cramp slowly eased. I looked around the house, and it suddenly felt suffocating. It no longer felt like a home anymore. It was a cage filled with painful memories.

Leonard’s office suddenly felt colder after those words left Vanessa’s mouth. His gaze remained fixed on the photo of Elena in his hand. “They still haven’t found him?” Leonard repeated quietly. Vanessa nodded. “There’s no record of a husband.” She stepped closer. “No marriage records either.” Without realizing it, Leonard’s thumb brushed lightly over the photograph. Adele was smiling softly at Elena in the picture. Natural. Warm. And the longer he looked at it— The harder it became to connect Adele to the cold impression she usually gave off.

Let her walk out feeling like she won something. Now that same sentence sat differently. Not like the final word of a woman who had lost. Like the quiet warning of a woman who already knew what was coming. And had chosen to tell me anyway. Something wasn't adding up. The woman I had been married to had been careful. Reserved. Always slightly apart from the world around her, like she was watching it from a distance she had chosen for herself. I had mistaken that distance for smallness. For a life that did not extend far beyond what I could see.

My hand gripping the teacup suddenly tightened. Scalding tea splashed onto the back of my hand, but I felt nothing. Cassie watched my reaction, a flash of triumphant satisfaction crossing her eyes. She said, "20 years ago, your father, Richard Lambert, was Haven City's most famous genius designer, and my father, Bobby Wynter, was just his assistant. Your father was incredibly talented and designed a revolutionary piece of jewelry called Eternal Heart that caught the Zaharan Royal Family's attention."

The journey ahead would be challenging, but I was determined to reclaim my life and rediscover the truth amidst the web of lies. As the reality of Herodotus's betrayal settled within me, a fire ignited deep within my soul. The knowledge that Eliana might truly be my wife Athara fueled my determination to uncover the whole truth. The possibility that the person we buried might not have been my beloved wife pushed me to take immediate action.

“I began to notice her long midnight chats and calls. I peeped into her chat box one day, and I saw her romantic chats with a man named Lisandro. I never spoke to her about it and I had to hire a private investigator named Scot. He dug into the young man’s profile and he found out he was her ex boyfriend who lives in Mexico. I was flabbergasted, I was grief-stricken, I was crushed. I couldn’t bear the fact that my beloved wife turned out to be exactly like my devilish mother, Amelia. I never spoke a word about it to her and I continued to bond with my baby Isabel. And you know, all through those times, I never cheated on Barbara, nor laid a hand on her. I continued to be patient, hoping my b