Libro La Esposa Olvidada Novels & Stories

My gaze roamed over her features, searching for any spark of recognition, but there was none. I tapped her shoulder, trying to rouse her. "Who the hell are you?" I demanded, my voice gruff from sleep. Just as she was stirring, my phone rang. I checked the screen and saw an alarm reminder: "Check your notepad." I opened the notepad app on my phone and saw the message I had written to myself: "Alice is your wife. The woman close to you is your wife. She has your child. You have memory loss, so don't forget."

Suspiciously empty, as most of her shoes and bags were gone. “That bitch!” I cursed, yanking the wardrobe open to find all her clothes gone. I chuckled with disbelief. “If you think you can run away from me after that stunt you just pulled, think again.” Pulling out my phone, I called one of the best private investors I knew. “Pete, I need you to find my wife again.” A short chuckle came through the receiver. “It took you long enough to realize. Although you would have found out much earlier that your wife was the newly announced LG Group heir if you hadn't cut the call on me the last time we spoke.”

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

The fact that Adrian had cheated on her or the fact that it had been going on for so long because what she had read was not a one-night mistake. Not a careless decision and not a moment of weakness. It was a relationship and it was clearly serious. Slowly, she placed the phone back on the desk. She didn't want to read anymore. She didn't want to discover more details. What she had already seen was enough to destroy everything. She stood up. As she looked around her husband's office, memories suddenly came rushing back. Memories that once made her smile. Now, they only made her cry. Seven years ago, they were newly married. Back then, they lived in a small condominium unit. There was no mansi

I looked her straight in the eyes. "Suri, when I first woke up, I couldn't remember anything. I was terrified. Then I found out you were my wife, and I was happy because I already knew who you were. I thought you were an amazing person." "Suri, I always dreamed of getting married. I thought I'd end up with a kind wife. I never imagined she'd be someone like you... "I'm disappointed in you, but I'm even more disappointed in myself. I used to look down on people who lost themselves in relationships, but I used love as an excuse to let you hurt me until I didn't even recognize myself anymore.

I feel exposed, as though I was standing at the edge of something vast and hidden, something tied to a past I couldn’t see but couldn’t escape. Her eyes flicked back to the photograph. Whispers seemed to linger in the air, shadows shifting just beyond her sight. A shiver ran down her spine. “What… What is this place?” she asked, her voice barely more than a tremor. Lila stepped closer, her expression softening for just a moment. “It’s your family’s legacy, Venus. And it’s been waiting for you… for longer than you realize.” The words settled heavily between them. Venus looked at Lila, trying to read her face. Her expression was calm, but her gaze carried secrets, promises, and warnings all at

My breath caught the words stirred something, an echo in the back of my mind a shadow of a memory. I whispered, "Him " he said, "Yes " my heart started racing faster louder danger, even without remembering clearly I felt it deep in my bones. He said, "He said he was your husband " the word hit me like a shock, husband, my chest tightened painfully no that did not feel right that did not feel safe.

"To get my wife back." "Wrong answer." Lewis blinked. "Excuse me?" "You're not here to get your wife back." Dr. Walsh set down her pen. "You're here because you destroyed your marriage and you don't know how to live with that. Try again." "I failed her." "Closer. Keep going." "I made her invisible." The words came out flat. Factual. Like he was reading from a report. "Three years. I was right there and I made her disappear." Dr. Walsh wrote something. "How?"

I had no interest in watching the two old fossils before me banter like kids. ‘I just wanted to know one thing! Where is my wife?’ “Leo, where did you keep my wife? I need her.” Leo looked at me surprised, confused and a bit happy. “You have a wife? Since when? Good, thank goodness you dropped that crazy woman named Carmen.” My face turned colourful like a palette, it was red, blue and black. “My wife is Carmen, you should know that.” “Carmen is also not crazy. If you kidnapped Carmen, give her back to me now.” I said.

I don't remember spending the night with him to have Ellen. Instead, I remember the night I woke up in his arms on a very strange bed, my body aching and my head heavy. ‘You're my wife.’ he'd said like he was reminding me and not throwing something new in my face. ‘You were in an accident. You're pregnant…. The doctors said the memory loss is temporary.’ There wasn't a reason to not believe him. He knew my name, favourite foods and things I didn't know about myself like the death of my parents and my twin sister. There were photographs of me and Noah smiling and happy, but no wedding photos.