The Other Woman Read Online Jordan Silver

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 47419 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 237(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
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That emptiness turned to rage when I recalled how I got here, and I went back to drinking to soothe my inner pain, boiling beneath the surface with anger and hate. That bitch had destroyed my life in every way.

I wish I had never met her, had never answered her slutty call. What the hell was I thinking? I must’ve been out of my mind to do this to myself for that slob who wasn’t half the woman my wife was. Maybe I had some sort of psychotic break, and that’s why I had taken the road I had.

But even if I could convince Rachel of that now, she had already moved on. Moved on with him, the bastard who always wanted my life. Now he’d given her three children to my two. Does that mean that she’s more his now than she was mine, even though she and I had been together longer? How does that work?

I tipped the bottle to my head and stared at the phone again through blurry eyes. It doesn’t seem possible that life could go on like this as if nothing had happened. How are people living and enjoying their lives when I was stuck in this hell?

Why was I the one chosen for this to happen to? Why couldn’t Wendy have gone after someone else? Why was my life destroyed for no reason at all? I’m not that bad of a person, obviously. Hadn’t Rachel fallen in love with me? That must mean something.

The longer I looked at those pictures of the four of us together, looking happy, a family, the more irate I became at the present situation. If I could kill Jacob, I would, but how can I do that when I can’t even get close enough?

They were at the hospital now because one or all of their brats were in the NICU; now would be a good time to strike. But I know for a fact that he has an insane amount of security, and I’m also sure that each one of them knows what I look like.

At least I’d made him go into hiding. He can’t be having a very good life if they have to live behind high walls surrounded by strangers just to keep me away from my family.

I bet they’re really happy right now, especially him. I know now that the reason he never got married and never got serious about anyone was because of her. If I had stayed with her, he would never have gotten his happily ever after

And none of this would have happened if that bitch hadn’t walked into my life.

HOMEWRECKING SKANK

Icame home that day not knowing that my life was about to change. I had no idea that she had gone into labor and given birth to three children. I had no idea that Doug had been sitting at home all day stewing.

My mind had been consumed with my own plans, and I didn’t have time for much else. When I opened the door and walked in with my whisky offering, I thought tonight would be the beginning of the rest of my life, that I could finally see the light at the end of the tunnel.

I should’ve known from the look in his bloodshot eyes when he looked at me that something was brewing. His ‘you bitch’ wasn’t a warning in itself since that was the only way he referred to me these days anyway.

I put the bag with the bottles of whiskey on the counter and started to tell him that I had brought him a gift when he got up from the couch and charged me. For a second there, through the ringing in my ear from the blow to my head, I thought that he had somehow found out about my plans, and I went into panic mode.

But then I caught on to what he was saying in his garbled drunken slurs, and something in me finally snapped. I was already long over his bullshit, but this was just too much, even for his stupid ass. The man has absolutely no self-awareness whatsoever, and his whining is about as attractive as a baboon’s ass.

When the ringing in my ear subsided, and I shook my head to clear it, I forgot all about the poisoned peace offering for now and turned my anger and wrath on him. I’m still a woman, after all, and the shit he was saying was just too damn much.

“What is it to you that she’s had her husband’s children?” Even though I didn’t want this piece of shit, it still bugged my ass that he was always going on about her. How was I supposed to feel when his every word made me feel like he regretted leaving her for me like I wasn’t good enough? He was constantly throwing her up to me like she was the best thing since sliced bread.



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