Libro Esposa Olvidada Novels & Stories

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."

Two days later Kirsten Herrington POV My sister’s wedding reception was a complete bust. I spent most of the day texting plane girl. She kept texting me facts and I kept trying to find it. I finally found her book two days ago. its really romance and no one has died yet, but I kept on it. It was about a couple meeting in a club they had sex, like really steamy sex. God the way she described it, I couldn’t help myself. I was half chub at the thought of doing that with her. she’s very descriptive and almost leaves nothing to the imagination.

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.

"Your eyes got bigger. Did you not sleep at all?" "Would you be able to sleep if you were the one here?" "I would!" He growled. “What's that you're reading?” He pointed to the book in my hands. “Where did you get it?” “That's my husband's ex-wife’s diary,” I replied bluntly and his face squeezed in the way I had expected. “Melissa, that's weird,” he shrugged. “She's dead.” “Oh! Oh! Yeah, I remember now,” he dropped one of the white bags in front of me.

"Well then, congratulations on your nuptials. Here’s to your happiness—or whatever’s left of it." Liam’s face darkened slightly as he clinked his glass against George’s. "Thanks, I think." George leaned forward, his tone turning mischievous. "So, what’s she like? Your mysterious bride—what kind of woman managed to ensnare Liam Hart?" Liam exhaled, his shoulders slumping ever so slightly. "The kind who’s currently ignoring me and has run away from home. I don’t even know where she is." George burst into laughter, the sound echoing off the luxurious walls. "This woman… she’s got nerve. The audacity to challenge Liam Hart? I like her already. I’ve got to meet this wife of yours one day. She sou

“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?”

“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

, 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.