Libro La Esposa Olvidada Novels & Stories

A lot of it. She blinked hard, trying to focus, her breathing shallow and ragged. Where was she? How did she get here? Fragments of memory slammed into her like broken glass. She had been following a lead. A quiet meeting with a former Hartley employee who claimed to know the truth about the “disappeared” wives. The man had been nervous, whispering about the Circle, about rituals, about how the family didn’t just control wealth … They played God with their lives. Then pain.

A sound that made my blood run cold. A woman's laugh. Breathy. Intimate. Then Adrian's voice: "Shh. She's probably still asleep." No. No, he wouldn't. Not here. Not in our apartment. But I already knew he would. Because I'd seen this before. In my first life, in a different place, but the same scene. The same betrayal. I stood slowly, silently. Crept to the balcony door, which I'd left cracked open. And looked inside. They were in the living room. Maribel was bent over the arm of the couch, her leggings pulled down to her thighs. Adrian was behind her, one hand gripping her hip, the other squeezing her breast, his face twisted in pleasure.

--- That evening, Adrian returned to his office and sat quietly at his desk. The conversation with Sophia played over in his mind. Her reactions. Her defensiveness. Something about it didn’t feel right. He opened the file again. Then he noticed something new. A small handwritten note Daniel had added to the report. Photographer received payment from an offshore account. Owner currently unknown. Adrian stared at the note. Someone had carefully planned the trap that destroyed his marriage. Someone had gone to great lengths to make sure he believed Elena was guilty. And now, three years later, the truth was slowly rising to the surface.

she never failed to remind me of that stupid thing I did but I was not ready to let that deter me or make me regret fighting for what I truly wanted. “I didn’t leave. I forgot.” I slammed the marriage certificate down on her coffee table. “But you knew. You knew where I was. You knew I had no idea. And you still kept him from me! Why? Why didnt you come back looking for me and why was it that when you finally came back, you hid from me? You djdnt only hide yourself, you hid my child as well? Why did you do that?'

" Doña commanded, smiling as if she was going crazy with the happiness she felt watching Elijah suffer. Elijah couldn't stop the tears from flowing down his cheeks. Even though he was struggling, he couldn't leave his beloved husband. "I can handle this, I'll do anything to get us back together. I'll find out everything, I'll find out why lejandro memories suddenly disappeared. Especially Furtiza! Why did she become the wife he recognized and not me, when she was gone for just one morning and when she came back she didn't recognize me anymore! That's crazy!"

“The woman? She’s not on any employee records. Apparently, she rents a room upstairs and works part-time managing the register. Paid under the table.” He turned to her now. “Name?” Amanda hesitated. “I asked the shop owner. She said the woman goes by Lena Hart.” The name dropped like ice water down his spine. Dominic sat up straighter. “Say that again.” “Lena Hart,” Amanda repeated. “Why?” His mind went blank for a split second. No. It can’t be. “She was my wife,” he said flatly. Amanda’s jaw dropped. “Wait—that’s Lena Hart? The one from the contract marriage thing?”

It was a sight I couldn’t erase, no matter how hard I tried. And every time I thought of it, guilt ate at my chest. A part of me felt like I was betraying my beloved wife, Esmeralda. God rest her soul. She was the only woman I’d ever opened my heart to, the only one I’d ever truly loved. We were meant to grow old together, but Lorenzo stole her from me, leaving behind a cold, hollow void no woman had ever come close to filling. Since she passed, I’d rarely touched any woman. And when I did, it was never about emotion, just a way to clear my head, to forget. It was always sex, nothing more.

The thought of being close to another woman makes me sick, but Harlow has left me with no choice. I need to get details about the new changes in the mafia family from Julia, she’s the only key to access the information. The jet lands after three hours of a journey. I enter the house. The house where I grew up, the house where I first met my soulmate. This house holds many precious memories, but I have to let it go. “Alessandro Bianchi?” A middle-aged couple enters from the main door. “That’s me,” I tell them. “I’m Richard Solem and this is my wife, Anna Solem, we’re here to look around the property,” the middle-aged man tells me.

A long-lost diary surfaced, hidden away for decades, holding the key to a truth more devastating than we could have ever imagined. Trembling hands held the aged pages, the words within them inked with the emotions of a woman long gone. With bated breath, I began to read, each word unraveling a haunting tale that sent shivers down my spine. The diary belonged to my mother, unveiling the darkest chapter of her life—a forbidden love affair with none other than Isabella's late husband, Charles Blackwood. Their bond had been kept secret, their love flourishing in the shadows while Isabella maintained her iron grip over the family.

“That bitch has been dead for more than a decade, and still, you hold her dearly in your heart.” “She was my wife,” Lucas growled, unable to hide his anger briefly. “How can I forget that?” Edith screamed. “You chose her over me.” Lucas froze. What the fuck was she talking about? He doesn't remember it ever being a choice because he fell in love with Lorena at first sight. It didn't help that she was already married to a scumbag who had been abusing her daily like a ritual. “What are you talking about?” He was genuinely confused.