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“Has it always been like this?” Noah asked, his voice low as he watched her across the table, waiting while the waiter disappeared to fetch their order. Natalie looked up, tilting her head slightly. “Like what?” He didn’t smile this time. Just studied her. “You being treated like the other woman.” She let out a soft, bitter laugh, swirling her wine. “Technically… I was the other woman.” Her voice was calm, almost detached. “I came in between them. If I’d known he was in love with someone else, I never would’ve agreed to the marriage.”

"You're enjoying the thrill of being the other woman, aren't you?" Her smug expression faltered. But almost immediately, her face twisted with scorn as she spat, "You're the other woman. So what if you're some heiress? At the end of the day, they love me. You're the one nobody wants, so you're the real third party here!" "Thanks for helping me take out the trash, then," I shot back with a sneer. Furious, Nellie shoved me. I was too weak to hold my ground and stumbled backward before slamming hard into the sharp corner of the shoe cabinet. All at once, a piercing pain shot through me, followed by a tearing ache in my lower abdomen.

I knew he was asking silly questions to understand my mood He studied me for a second longer than felt comfortable. Then shrugged. “Doesn’t matter.” Back to his phone. I looked back at the book. One breath. Two. Three. A woman in London. I thought about every moment I had filed carefully away like something precious. The kitchen floor. The garden. The balcony. All those quiet spaces where I had let myself believe I was being seen, really seen, for the first time in years. And the whole time. The whole time there had been a woman in London.

Josiah's hand pressed at my back, steering me left, and I turned with the pressure and let the crowd close between us. But I felt it, that split down the center of me, the seam between the docile wife moving correctly toward the exit and the woman underneath her who had sat in a theater box and told a stranger something true for the first time in a year. The woman who had not burned the note. The woman who was thinking about someday. Some storms were worth weathering. Others were worth creating yourself. ----- Georgia's POV The foyer glittered like a jewelry box filled with paste diamonds.

"But Vivian is different. She suffered from depression because of me, and she even tried to kill herself for me.” "Jennifer, I can't let down a woman who’s carried my child for nine months. She's not cold and tough like Nanette. Without me, she'll have nothing." The voice that once whispered sweet comforting words to me at night had now become a blade that pierced through me. "Nanette was beaten so badly by your enemies that she miscarried while trying to protect you. How can you betray her like this? You actually went to be with Vivian during her delivery!" So this was it. My miscarriage had simply given him more time to spend with Vivian. I forced back my tears and forced myself to keep li

> "I'm the cold, detached wife. I'm the emotionally unavailable physician who spent more time in the trauma bays than in her own home. I was entirely too focused on my own career advancement to notice a lonely, neglected husband." Thelma looked utterly crushed. The absolute silence that followed was all the confirmation I required. I nodded slowly, the pieces of the puzzle locking into perfect alignment. The script practically wrote itself. The highly successful, unyielding female doctor; the busy, neglectful mother; the tragic, cast-aside husband who simply fell into the arms of a warm, supportive young woman. You could almost hear the whispers spreading through the manicured lawns of River

"It's not abandonment. I left him voluntarily. If you want someone who's about to go bankrupt, with nowhere to turn and drowning in debt, then go ahead. Oh, and by the way, you should worry about yourself. I've already gathered all the evidence for the car accident and handed it to the police. Soon, you'll be arrested for attempted murder." "You venomous bitch!" she snarled. "You deserve to be just like your mother. No one will ever want you!" I was unfazed. "Congratulations. Like your mother, you've become the other woman." She lunged at me, trying to tear me apart. "So what if I'm the other woman? I like taking what's yours. What's so high and mighty about you? You're just a mentally unst

"I can see you like me watching you getting banged by your husband," Devon said without any inhibitions. I went out of the cathedral since Greg went out for his meeting with the other vampires. It's like a full-time job being a leader of their chapter. So, I was left alone again which means that it is Devon's time to show up. "What are you talking about?" I denied it with a question but I know I'm blushing. "Don't deny it, Mary! You're looking straight at me as your husband takes you from behind. That's so sexy!" Devon said.

" I was shaking with suppressed laughter as I looked at Callum, who was acting as if he was utterly devoted to me and would never regret anything. Eliana was pale with anger. However, she did not give up. "I know that it's hard to believe what I've said, but I'm not lying to you. We grew up together, and I just want what's best for you. She's hiding behind you right now, but she's thinking about another man at this very moment!" However, Callum did not get angry as she had thought he would. He took my hand tenderly. "Even if she's thinking of another man, it doesn't matter, as long as she's willing to stay by my side."