Libro La Esposa Olvidada Novels & Stories

Like I was desperate for him to love me. The sound of the front door opening cut through the silence, making my heart jump. I smoothed down my dress quickly before hurrying toward the foyer. “Ethan?” “In here.” His voice sounded distracted. Tired, almost. I rounded the corner with a smile already forming. But once again, it faded as soon as I saw the woman standing beside him. Vivian Laurent, my husband's favorite accessory. She was his newest executive consultant, and had been working closely with him for months now.

“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

Deleting the message now would do nothing. This isn't making any sense. “Don’t be selfish now, Isobelle. Let your kid meet his family. Plus, do you think Nikolai's family can let you board the flight somewhere to continue living your life knowing you are still married to their son? Not to mention, now that they know about their grandson?”

A week had changed so much of my memory that I was more focused on the bad than on any of the good that had actually happened during my marriage. Olivia smiled as she greeted everyone, settling effortlessly into the seat beside Adrian. Not once did she ask where I was. Not once. As though I were never a thought, never someone who belonged here. Maybe that was the worst part. Nobody seemed to find it strange. Nobody asked why Adrian’s wife wasn’t sitting at the table. Nobody wondered why I was upstairs while another woman occupied the seat beside my husband. It was as if they had all quietly agreed that Olivia belonged there and I didn’t.

“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

After Dominic Hatch loses his memories, he refuses to believe that I'm his wife. "If you really are my wife, why is it that there aren't any photos of us together?" I explain to him that he doesn't like taking photos. That's why we didn't even have a wedding portrait of us. But soon, Dominic digs out nine thick and heavy photo albums from a hidden compartment in his safe. The main characters in those albums are him and another unfamiliar woman. There are countless photos documenting their journey—from they were still children to when they had completely grown up. The pure and innocence on their faces slowly give way to the sappy love and affection they have for each other. In fact, Domi

ISABELLE'S POV. “ I'm sorry but who are you? Do I know you?” Kristen asked with a confused expression and it felt like my head was about to explode. “Kristen? It's me, Isabelle, your wife.. don't you remember me?” I asked as I felt my heart beat accelerate. “ I'm sorry but I don't remember getting married..Can you please get the doctor? My legs hurt.” He calmly said but I stared at him with teary eyes.

I said, confused. "If she is unconscious, who was driving that car?" said Tristan. "Where is Larissa?" I said, feeling short of breath, "Where is my wife, Roberto?". ******************************************************************** Author's Note: I am very grateful to all of you for giving my book a chance; please leave your comments on what you think of the story, what you thought of the decisions of the characters, don't forget to leave your rating (the little stars) to my book. Spanish version: https://www.buenovela.com/book_info/31000007152/null/Cuando-dejas-tu-corazon-atras

His wife…? He remembers he was having a fight with his wife and she runs away. He remembers going after her but then he cannot remember anything. He realizes that he lost consciousness somehow and he is alone in the cottage now and his wife is nowhere around. The rainfall has stopped by now. He tries to go look for her to see if she has returned. He suddenly remembers there was blood in his head. He touches his head to see if he is still bleeding. He finds out that he is not bleeding at all. Surprisingly, all the blood is gone. He thinks maybe she has returned. Just when he is about to leave the room, he finds a diary. He did not see this diary last day. Where did it come from? The diary loo

The diamond glimmered coldly against my palm and somehow…seeing it left behind on the table had irritated me more than it should have. I clenched the ring tightly. “…Lena Carter.” Even hearing her name annoyed me and without warning the memory surfaced. *** [The Memory] Father placed a file onto my desk, coldly and casually as he said, “Prepare yourself, you’re marrying her.” I frowned immediately. “…What?” I opened the file and there she was Lena Carter. A woman with golden eyes staring back at me from the photograph. I looked up sharply. “What are you talking about?” “You know I already have someone I—”