Una Esposa De Mentiras Novels & Stories

I stood behind it, watching Felicia record with her phone while a few older women led the way. "What a jerk. Cheating when he already has a wife." "Exactly! Some men are just like that. They're never satisfied with what they have." One of the older women walked up and pulled back the blanket. "Hey, this isn't your husband." "What do you mean it's not my husband?" Felicia asked and was stunned when she finally saw the face of the man who was in the bed.

Isabella halted in front of the door, recognizing the familiar voice. "Isn't that Sheila, your husband's best friend?" Manuela whispered. Isabella nodded, sensing an urge to step back and keep her innocent gaze. Despite that, she pulled the door open. The room was illuminated, revealing her husband entangled with Sheila, his alleged best friend. They lay exposed, devoid of any sheets. Isabella shivered as coldness ran down her spine. Her heart raced, threatening to escape her mouth as she discovered her husband shamelessly cheating on their marital bed.

"The pathetic one here is someone else, who serves as a receptacle for a man's relief who, I'm sure, hasn't forgotten me. Why is that, Inesa? Sebastián hasn't forgotten me. The brazen bitch who has never stopped bothering him is you. It's true, I lied, I hid the truth about my son, but I never tried to throw myself at him like you did. And look, you finally got him to fuck you, of course, when he's heartbroken over someone else." Isabella smiled bitterly, trying to stay calm. "Oh, dear, you really are pathetic, you know? You are Sebastián's consolation prize, and as you say, you will be temporary, because… he will find another. But I assure you that you will never be his wife; he will never

“How dare you say that to me, you bitch?” To express her fury, the woman shoved Luna and reached for a slap, but Luna grabbed her hand, gave it a quick squeeze, and then released it. The woman cried out in pain. Rhea’s lips turned down in a disdainful expression. “She really is a cruel woman as reported. Didn’t you see the news? She deceived Preston into marrying her.” “What? Are you saying that’s true? She’s really capable of doing such a despicable thing?” On the side, the sales lady who was holding the limited-edition dress in her arms watched the scene unfolding before her with a perplexed expression.

Fragile. Daniel looked at her immediately. “Ama—” “No.” She took a step back. The warning echoed again in her mind. Trust No Mensah. Not some Mensahs. Not one Mensah. No Mensah. Vanessa smiled faintly. “Now you understand.” Daniel’s eyes snapped toward her. “Understand what?” “That your wife has spent months sleeping beside the wrong man.” The words struck like a knife. Daniel’s jaw tightened instantly. “You’re lying.” “Am I?”

She pointed at me and yelled, “You’re insane! Did you really think you could fool us? Anyone can fake a marriage certificate. “You’re claiming to be Tris’ wife, aren’t you? Every man here is very close to him. Does a single one of them recognize you?” Following her words, the man closest to me spoke first. His tone dripped with contempt. “She’s right. We were all at their wedding!” “Someone find the video and show this delusional woman the truth!” I stared at the wedding video playing on the phone held in front of me. My mind went completely blank for an instant.

“And Mira?” “Yes?” “Don’t go into my study again.” The air cracked between us. I held his gaze. “Of course not.” He nodded once, then left. But of course I would. Because time was running out. And soon, the line between wife and weapon would blur too far to reverse. Later that afternoon, I took the garden tour with the housekeeper- an older woman who had introduced herself to me as Elise- a woman who smiled too much and spoke too little.

"Wait, did you say pregnant? That bitch is pregnant?" "Wow, you're slow, aren't you, Maria TrocaFralda," Isabella scoffed. "That's right, that con artist decided to pull off the oldest scam ever, got pregnant with Heitor, and now they're getting married. But I'm already figuring that out."

“I am your wife! You let Katia kick us out of our house, and you did not say a single word! You just stood there and let her humiliate us! She is a monster, and you are just letting her rule over you like a slave.” I stared at her, genuinely baffled by the depth of her denial. It was like watching someone try to argue that the sky was neon green. "Which delusion is this one? Delia, you have never been my wife. You and I had an arrangement, a contract, that you would play the part for the family. I told you from the very first day that I was already married. When you say 'our,' you are confusing me, because there was never a 'me and you.' I never deceived you. I was perfectly transparent from

I was accompanying my mother-in-law to our family-owned hospital for a follow-up appointment. She had developed a lifelong gynecological condition from complications during my wife's birth. A muscular man passed by, recoiled in disgust, and shuffled to the other side of the aisle before shouting for a nurse. "What kind of hospital is this? You just let any filthy person sit in the waiting area? This old hag reeks. Is nobody going to do anything about it?" The nurse hurried over and recognized my mother-in-law. She held up her hands. "Sir, this patient is here for a scheduled follow-up. We can't turn her away." The man lost it. "What part of that don't you understand? Take this old hag