Libro Esposa Olvidada Novels & Stories

, I said under my breath as I scampered off to the library, hoping that it was opened for me to do my search. It was so crazy that I had totally forgotten about how the book got missing. Was I beginning to get so lost in thoughts of Kayla that it now affected my memories? I had no idea of what to think at this point. I could only hope that it didn’t fall into the wrong hands. If whosoever it is knows that I was reading the book, they would definitely have an idea of what was going on. The book talked about getting mated to more than one person. That was the perfect answer to my question, right until it disappeared.

My heart sank as I realized it dawned on me. These weren't random projects. These were pieces of Wilder Tech. The backbone of our company, and the foundation of systems I had spent years claiming as my greatest achievements. I turned to another page, ignoring my trembling hands. The notebook was filled with timestamps. Development notes, and problem-solving strategies. The entire sections describe vulnerabilities that had later been patched. Every major breakthrough our company experienced during those three years was documented inside this notebook. And this wasn't done by any other person than Iridessa, my ex-wife. How could I be so foolish? How could I turn a blind eye when she's my great

"Married? He has a wife?" "Yes!" her father confirmed, his eyes blazing with the finality of his words. "To whom?" Carlota asked, her voice a mere breath, desperately seeking answers amidst her confusion. "To your cousin, Eloisa," her father revealed, his words cutting through the air like a dagger. "What!" Carlota's reaction was explosive, her face a mask of shock and incredulity, her jaw clenched tightly in a mix of rage and frustration. Jealousy surged through her veins, consuming her as she realized Eloisa had once again outdone her.

"I didn't dump you. I was mad, alright, but I—" "Don't lie," I said to him, my tone steadying. "You shamed me. You let your mistress talk down to me the moment she had a chance. You treated me lower than your maid. Gawddd! Callum, I was your wife not a plaything. We were married five years, there were other couples who were married longer with no kids but they did not try to kill their wives because their 'mistress' had an emergency. You shoved me when I begged for help.. You told me to stop faking it. That night, I lost everything." For an instant, there was guilt in his eyes. He was looking down at the ground, like he couldn't possibly look at me. "I… I didn't mean to—"

For those who know that sometimes, the greatest kind of love isn’t loud or perfect. It’s the kind that stays. The kind that fights. The kind that waits. From my pen to your heart. Thank you for trusting me with your time, your tears, and your hope. Always writing for you ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Copyright & Disclaimer © Ernest Brooks. All rights reserved. The Billionaire’s Forgotten Wife is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and settings are either the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons (living or dead), real-life events, or experiences is purely coin

“That— that day, when my memories came back, I was so confused. There were so many memories in my head that it became so difficult to decipher what was the truth and what was not. At first, I was happy. It’s because I felt that I'm finally able to live a normal life with you without my amnesia holding me back. However, as I got deeper into my memories, I started realizing that maybe everything that I felt was all a lie. Why… Why did you take such measures to marry me?” I felt my eyes warming up, so I looked up at the ceiling. “So… did you realize that you regret our marriage?” “No,” he shook his head. “Actually, yes…” My heart stopped, and I looked at him with wide eyes. “No, no. It’s not wh

She couldn't even remember when they'd begun to fly, because she was so engrossed in her husband and her babies. How could she be so lucky? She remembered the conversation between the nurses which she had overheard. Antonio was a wealthy and powerful man. And she had two beautiful children. Even without having any memory of birthing them, she loved them more than she thought was possible. Her gaze drifted once more to Antonio. How could this man be her husband? And more importantly, how could she forget him? Why did she forget him? Antonio seemed to notice her gaze and smiled at her. She returned the smile softly but it didn't reach her eyes.and looked away.

“You’re not… you’re not talking about me and Leilani, are you?” Lorenzo’s lips curved into something sharp. “You’re far too impatient, Jonathan. I’m not done with my story.” He leaned forward, elbows resting on the table. “The husband, in his arrogance, thought it wise to discard the woman who had given him everything. So he did. And do you know who was waiting for her that night? Who trailed the cab she cried in?” Jonathan shot to his feet, hands slamming onto the desk. “You…!” Lorenzo’s gaze never wavered. He remained calm, “You pushed your wife right into my hands, Jonathan.” His voice softened, almost a whisper. “Wife? No. Your ex-wife.”

How could she? Shawn narrowed her eyes on her. “Don't tell me you forgot about that. Eva always had the book when we got married.” Ava shook her head vigorously. “Of course I didn't forget about it. I'm just surprised that it was with Eva, I was wondering where I misplaced it.” Ava's voice cracked, as she tried to steady it so he wouldn’t notice. “She must have taken it without my permission. I'll get it back from her later, that book holds a lot of memories and I can’t afford to lose it.”

“Miss who?” “Olivia,” she said, her tone steady, her eyes locking on mine. “Your wife.” My stomach dropped, heat flushing my neck. “How do you know about her? How’d you even know her name?” She sighed, her fingers tapping the wood. “I went through your room a few days before we left. And I found your journal, those little notes you keep. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have, but I read them. Saw her name, saw how much you miss her. She chose someone else when you were in a coma, a coma you got into trying to protect her, didn’t she?”