Stealing My Ex Read Online Jordan Silver

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One of the best parts of stealing a woman’s man is watching her disintegrate. I get such a rush from seeing other women cry and scream and make a fool of themselves, all the while knowing there’s nothing they can do because I’ve got my hooks into their man.

Those online forums go very in-depth about pussy techniques that are meant to bind a man to your side if you know what I mean, so there was never any danger of me losing him. There was no way she could compete against me in that department, I was sure.

I used to wait by the phone almost breathlessly, especially after the affair came to light, my panties already wet with anticipation because I knew that no matter how stoic she pretended to be, no woman was going to just let go of her husband, the man she’d been with for so long, without a fight. But nothing, there was nothing, not even a peep.

I think Justin was surprised as well by her indifference because some of his rants seemed to be more about her and wanting her to fight for them than it was about us finally being able to be together without the noose that was his wife and kids around his neck.

I, too, was so distracted that I didn’t find fault with his rages but instead let them slide, foolishly telling myself that he was just as surprised as I was by her behavior, and that’s why he was acting this way.

She didn’t do any of the things I expected, not even kicking up a fuss when I insisted on coming along for pickup time. What I didn’t realize at the time was that the only reason Justin gave in after fighting me on that was to make her jealous. It wasn’t about me at all. But by then, I had let so many things go over my head that it was too late to turn back the clock, and she got the upper hand.

That day when I went after her, I’d had enough of her shit. She never even looked in my direction when I came, not even when I made a point of getting out of the car, almost as if she thought I was beneath her. By that point, she and Justin weren’t even fighting, though he was always the one doing the fighting before and during the divorce.

I was tired of her disrespect and more so her damn kids’. Whenever they were around, Justin never had time for me; always up their ass like it was made of gold. I hated even more the way they were always asking for her when they were with us. Every little thing would start them crying and calling for her, and Justin would call her to calm them down over the phone.

The way I saw it, that was too much time spent talking to her, but when I complained, all he’d say was that his kids came first. Like, what the fuck? I’m supposed to come first. As far as I was concerned, the kids were an extension of her, a reminder of the life he had with her, and that was something I couldn’t live with.

But I took a wrong step that day that cost me. She got me trespassed, which meant I couldn’t come onto her property without facing heavy consequences, something I didn’t think about until it was too late, and it couldn’t have happened at a worse time.

I’d only started to notice in the last few times we’d been there that something about her was changing. She didn’t look tired and haggard like I expected her to, not the way I imagined her being after I stole her man and left her with three young kids to raise.

In fact, she looked younger, fresher, more alive. Even when I attended parties at this home in the past, there was always a look of tiredness about her, as if life was kicking her ass. But she’d started looking better and better each time we came to get the kids.

I, of course, thought she was doing it to get Justin back, but she didn’t treat him any better than she treated me. It was hard to believe that those two had been married and had known each other for as long as they had the way she just acted like he was a stranger and not the man she shared kids with.

She never argued and never allowed the kids to be rude to him, though she didn’t care how they treated me, but what I didn’t realize was how her actions were affecting Justin. The more she ignored him and stuck to the custody handoff like a professional hired to do a job, the more irate he became.

In the weeks leading up to me being trespassed, he’d become more and more obsessed, and all of our weekends were spent with him going on and on about her while running around behind her kids, and I was too distracted myself by her behavior to notice the danger.

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