Libro La Esposa Olvidada Novels & Stories

He is devouring her, taking every single inch of her, and she loves it. "Fuck," a ragged, guttural growl rips violently from my throat as I squeeze my eyes shut, violently shaking my head to shatter the image, but the poison is already deep in my marrow. I suddenly picture them on the thick living room carpet. I picture them tangled together on the sofa. I even picture them on the goddamn glass coffee table. Everywhere I look, my cousin's ghost is touching my wife… I mean ex-wife.

“We are.” That wasn’t a lie. Not technically. I’d never signed the papers she’d left on our bed that night… they were still sitting exactly where I’d shoved them, in a drawer in my study I hadn’t opened since. As far as the law was concerned, Valerie Ashford was still my wife, whatever she believed about the state of things herself. I told myself I hadn’t corrected the paperwork because signing felt like agreeing to something I still didn’t understand, not because some stubborn part of me refused to let it be over on a piece of paper she’d filled out alone, in the dark, without so much as a conversation first. My father finally spoke.

Hart into the room, and I struggled to compose myself, desperate not to reveal my recognition of the woman in the portraits surrounding us. “You’ve always found this room fascinating,” he remarked, waving the servant away. The man bowed and left us alone. “I heard you’ve lost your memories, so I imagine you have questions,” he continued. “That is Lady Floridia, my first wife,” he stated, and my heart sank into my stomach, the thud echoing in my ears.

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“Larisa is just my past, Mom. Now my wife is Natasya. And please, don’t let Natasya find out about Larisa.” Edgar chuckled softly. “This is very interesting. Your ex-girlfriend becomes your wife’s secretary.” Roby turned sharply. “What do you mean?” Edgar leaned back against the sofa. “I’m just thinking. You and Larisa used to love each other. Just because you married Natasya, it seems too easy for you to forget Larisa.” “Is it proper for a man to think about another woman when he has a wife at home?” Roby shot back. Edgar smirked.

[“So really?”] Feby almost forgot how to breathe. Did Ares's first wife already know about their illegitimate marriage? It's bad if she did! ["What else, honey? Don't you see what I am doing? There are many agendas to read. I am busy."] ["Tsk. The kids want a vacation to Bali, honey. We haven't spent time with them in a long time."] Only then could Feby be relieved after hearing more. She didn't. Her world was still safe because God had not yet revealed the secret she was keeping with her husband.

He stayed silent, watching me carefully, but I didn’t want to dive into the details of forged documents, hidden clauses, or the betrayal written in fine print. It was too much, too raw. So I just shook my head and continued, “Then ten years later, I decided to surprise my husband. I went home unannounced, thinking I’d find him working, maybe sleeping... Doing something.....” I gave a bitter chuckle and looked up. “But instead, I found him with another woman. Living another life. In our house. A different version of himself. And all I could think about was how I didn’t know. Not once did I question him. Not once did I even imagine it.”

And she'd been in my office for three months. Working for me. Fixing the company she'd built. Looking at me with those cold eyes that used to look at me with love. She'd been right there. How could I not have recognized her? Because I'd never really looked at her. Not when we were married. Not when I divorced her. Not ever. She'd been invisible to me. Isla. My first wife. The woman I'd married out of obligation and divorced without remorse. She'd been nothing to me then.

“I treated my wife horribly. I don’t remember her name. I don’t remember how she looked or how old she was then. I don’t remember anything about her at all. I don’t know where she is. Until a few hours ago, I had forgotten I was even married." He held back his choking emotions as he added. "Shortly after my marriage, I instigated Lydia Aprice to study abroad. I forgot about her existence soon after.” “A few months ago, I found the girl I had met at the beach. Which makes it even more certain that everything the Aprices told me about my wife and my mother-in-law was lies. I don’t know the whole truth about my wife, but thinking back on what I can remember, she is the biggest victim in our mar

Leticia's mother guided her to their jardín, then a la sirvienta brought a chi tsaa. "Mamá, tengo la sensación de que olvidé algo. No sé exactamente lo que estoy buscando. (Mom, I have this feeling that I forgot something. I don't exactly what I am looking for.)" Her mother looked at her with confusion, "¿Qué quieres decir? ¿Mi hija? (What do you mean? My daughter?)" She held Leticia's hand. "No lo sé, pero parece que olvidé cómo conocí a mi esposo. Olvidé quien soy. (I don't know but it seems like I forgot how I met my husband. I forgot who I am.)" Leticia replied.