Libro La Esposa Olvidada Novels & Stories

Not that it mattered to Eulalia, as Percival’s appearance surpassed anyone else's in her eyes, filling her with pride at the thought of her husband. Trying not to stare at the stranger, Eulalia focused on the movie, which was disrupted ten minutes in by a ringing phone. It was the man beside her who answered, his voice strangely familiar to Eulalia. The movie was a romantic drama that started off light and funny but turned somber, depicting a woman with Alzheimer's whose lifelong partner marries someone else, despite promising to be with her forever. The woman forgets many things but remembers him. In the end, she tears up love letters she wrote to him, makes them into paper boats, and relea

As I started the engine and looked at Sienna sitting beside me, I was really thankful. After all the problems that happened during those weeks, I began to think that I am going to lose my wife. But this morning, Sienna is still here beside me, willing to smile and even willing to give me another chance. I tightened my grip on the steering wheel lightly. Thanks, Sienna. I promised myself that I am going to make everything better. However, for some reason, I couldn't help but think about Wilona. I can't forget about what happened on that day. From the hotel, to waking up forgetting everything, to the accusation from Wilona, even up to the money I promised to her all flashed back in front of my

But this word belongs to you. Thank you for reading The Wife I Forget To Love. Thank you for choosing Helena’s story out of every story you could have chosen. Thank you for staying all the way to Always. With every bit of gratitude I have You can try out my new book the wife I swore I would never be on good novel Your Author. Spli_vena

If I didn’t know that man was my husband—the father of my baby—I would have sworn they were a couple, happy and in love. “Isabella Caruso? The doctor is ready for your examination,” the nurse called. Vincent turned, his face drained of color, his eyes scanning the hallway. He must have heard my name. When his eyes landed on me, his mouth opened, but no words came out. I had been happily married to Vincent Falcone, my mafia husband, for nearly ten years. This year, I was finally pregnant with his child. He of all people should know how difficult is for me to have the baby now. How could he do this to me?

Isabella halted in front of the door, recognizing the familiar voice. "Isn't that Sheila, your husband's best friend?" Manuela whispered. Isabella nodded, sensing an urge to step back and keep her innocent gaze. Despite that, she pulled the door open. The room was illuminated, revealing her husband entangled with Sheila, his alleged best friend. They lay exposed, devoid of any sheets. Isabella shivered as coldness ran down her spine. Her heart raced, threatening to escape her mouth as she discovered her husband shamelessly cheating on their marital bed.

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.”

He is very curious to uncover what this woman, whom his own family has detested since the day of her birth, exiled without permission to maintain contact with any of them, is hiding. On one of the tables, there are some old romance books, many of them already marked as read. Egil smirks at the notes in the pages. He finds it strange that during her isolation, she learned to read and write with such fluency when her only company was the maids, and he knows that for a fact because Nadia herself had mentioned it once. He walks over to a cabinet and opens an old, faded leather chest, finding inside a silver necklace with a locket that, when opened, contains a portrait of her mother. He saw it ar

Then the small box began to open, and Dinda began to see what was inside the small box. Inside the small box, was a book. Dinda only opened the book, it turned out to be a book belonging to his late wife Luis. Dinda began to be curious, and read the contents of the book. It turns out that the book contains everything about Luis, from what Luis likes to what Luis doesn't like. Reading this book, let Dinda know. How great is his wife's love for Luis, it turns out that they are both lucky because they love each other with all their hearts.

“I found where it was hidden.” “Where?” “Your grandfather's house.” His mind raced. “How?” “Your parents left clues.” She opened the folder. Adrian barely looked at the papers. He was looking at her. At the woman standing in front of him. The woman who had once been his wife. The woman he had lost. The woman he was beginning to understand he had never truly stopped loving. Elena frowned. “Why are you looking at me like that?” Adrian opened his mouth. Nothing came out.

The discovery shattered Salvatore. So devastating was the truth that he had collapsed and been rushed to the hospital. While listening to the conversation, he had expected his wife to deny everything. Instead, the moment the man's mention of Sophia came up—the same Sophia who had introduced her to them—her reaction had told him all he needed to know. They couldn't see her expression through the device, but Salvatore knew his wife too well. Her silence had been enough.