Long Lost Wife

Long Lost Wife

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Labing dalawang taon na nang mawala ang asawa ni Theodore Alaric Acuesta, isa sa pinaka kilalang pamilya sa bayan ng Estrago. Walang kung sinuman ang makakapag-sabi kung paano nawala ang asawa niya, nagulantang na lang sila nang ibalita ng pamilyang Acuesta na wala na sa bayan ang asawa niya. Mabait ang kaniyang asawa, kaya't nalungkot ang marami sa pag-kawala nito. Mahal na mahal ni Theo ang asawa niya kaya ginawa niya lahat upang mahanap ito, ngunit tadhana't panahon na mismo ang kalaban niya. Habang patagal nang patagal ay unti unti na ring nawalan ng pag-asa si Theo na mahanap ang asawa niya. Ngunit papaano kung biglang na lang itong lumitaw muli? Mag-karoon na kaya ng kasagutan ang biglang pagkawala niya o mananatili na lang itong isang misteryo? This story is pure fictional. A/N: Sorry if there's any grammatical error, wrong punctuation. Please message me para maitama ko yung mga mali, salamat. Have fun reading my story!
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The story of a girl who grows up with an alcoholic for a father, only to marry an alcoholic for a husband. ~~~~~ The walk to the school would be fifteen minutes, on a good day. Today, however, I managed to get there in seven. As soon as I walked onto the property, I could hear the nonsense ramblings spewing from my husband's mouth. "He's my son! You are holding him hostage!" He yells - his words slurring together, almost making them unintelligible. Luckily for me, I have heard him like this many, many times throughout my life and can understand him clearly. "Michael?" I call out to him and he turns his head slowly in my direction. He stumbles a little as he walks towards me, placing a hand on my left shoulder. "Ella? Love, they won't give me our son. I got here on time like you told me. I remembered! See! I got here, but they won't give him to me. They are keeping him away from me." He turns, his face getting angry. "Give me back my son, you bastards!" "Michael, that's enough." I say firmly, trying to make my hands stop shaking. "You're drunk. They couldn't give you Tyler like this. You aren't fit-" "Not fit? Not fit? I am capable of taking care of our son, Ella." He spits, literally, into my face. ~~~~~ This story contains mature themes, sensitive topics and coarse language. Reader discretion is advised.

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