Libro La Esposa Olvidada Novels & Stories

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.

I was returning but before that, I saw that there was some post-it note paste on the planner which was kept on the table. 'Going somewhere. Will meet you at home. Bye.' That's it. Nothing was mentioned about where she went or when she would return. I also don't have her number. I forgot to ask for her number. I would be the first-ever husband in the world who doesn't have his wife's number. I was thinking of all the possibilities of her going somewhere. There was a strong feeling that she went to that cafe. So I also packed all my belongings and started my car towards the cafe. I parked my car and was going to enter but before that, I

“Yes, boss.” “No. This is not possible.” I stood, pacing now, because sitting still with information this stupid was physically impossible for me. “We started looking into this bullshit from what. A rumor? A tip? There is no way in hell Felix De Luca and Evans Moretti are fucking married. Make it make sense for me. Those two have been seeking each other’s lives for a year. Evans shot Felix. That much we know for certain, we had eyes close enough to confirm it. So how the hell are they married?”

Pero habang mas tinitingnan ko ang mukha niya, mas lumalakas ang pakiramdam na may mahalagang bahagi ng nakaraan ko ang nawawala. At sa unang pagkakataon mula nang makita ko ang marriage record, isang bagong tanong ang sumagi sa isip ko. Hindi na kung totoo bang asawa ko si Lucien Monteverde. Kundi kung bakit pakiramdam ko ay may nakalimutan akong bahagi ng buhay ko na konektado sa kanya.

Adrian said, swirling his wine, "I still don't understand why Julian didn't simply cancel the wedding altogether. Marrying a replacement seems beneath the Castellan name." "Adrian," Isabella said, one word, sharp enough to end it. He raised his hands in mock surrender, but the damage had already landed. --- It was Clara who brought out the album, setting it down in the middle of the table with the casual delight of someone about to share old memories. "I found this in the library last week," she said. "Family photos from years back. Some of you look absolutely dreadful." The album made its way around the table, pages turning, laughter rising at old fashions and forgotten hairstyles. Eva watc

The green of her irises shone with a mixture of emotions that made Emiliano’s stomach twist. “If she hadn’t abandoned you, would you still be in love with her?” At the question, Emiliano gripped the pencil in his hand so tightly that it snapped. Discreetly, he slipped his hand beneath the desk and dropped the pieces of wood onto the floor. “That question is irrelevant, Lara. It doesn’t matter anymore. She abandoned me. I don’t want to talk about it.” “But I do want to talk about it,” the woman announced. “I think it concerns me too. I’m your wife now, and the last thing I want is to live deceived.”

The woman from the hidden cell comes over to the bench with Eliza helping her to walk. “Fuck you, Syd. You kept me in that room for three days now. Did you forget? Hmm? Again?” Again? Was this a regular thing? He frowns then his eyes clear, and he nods sadly, “Gods, you’re so stupid. He pushes the bookcase over, then forgets the door is even there. I’m his wife, and I’m the stupid one for marrying him in the first place. You can imprison me or whatever. I’m done, we’re getting divorced as soon as I figure out how to do that from prison.”

I corrected him gently, trying to keep the mood light even as my heart ache Damian’s gaze lingered on me a moment longer than before, and I caught my breath, unsure what to say next. “So,” he began, voice hesitant, “what else am I supposed to remember about you? About us?” I smiled gently, searching for the right words. “That we’ve been through a lot together. That I’m your wife. And that I’m here to help you find your way back.” He blinked, as if tasting the word ‘wife’ for the first time. “Wife. That sounds… serious.” “It is,” I said softly. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

Evelyn sat on the edge of the bed. “You've called me three times in twenty minutes.” “I had a reason.” “What happened?” There was a pause. Then the woman on the other end spoke. “I'm coming home in a few days.” Evelyn sat up. “What?” “You heard me. I'll be back in a few days.” “You said you weren't coming back yet.” “I changed my mind.” Evelyn stood. “Why?” The woman's voice became serious. “Because I just heard Damien Schrett is getting married.”

“Those two years when your legs were paralyzed—yes, I wasn’t by your side. But why? Because I was out finding a cure for you! “I went into the hottest deserts, battling sandstorms and blistering heat to find the plants needed for extracting those medicinal compounds. My team and I were nearly swallowed by quicksand. We faced storms that almost killed us. But I never backed down because I wanted you healed. I wanted the research to succeed more than anyone else. “And what about you? While I was risking my life for you, what were you up to? You were sleeping with my cousin. You hid it from me for two years! And you even used ‘business trips’ as an excuse to marry her in America!