Novel & Cerita Being The Other Woman Book

If he realized that I knew, tonight might be the end of me. While my mind spun, Caleb started stripping my clothes off in a frenzy. I instinctively wanted to fight him off, but I was afraid it would alert him. So, I told myself to endure it just this once. Then, by sheer luck, I suddenly got my period. It gave me the perfect excuse. I shoved him away and blurted out, "Terrible timing. I need to clean up in the bathroom first."

Her phone buzzes constantly with calls from reporters, lawyers, and former colleagues expressing sympathy or morbid curiosity. She answers none of them. Instead, she opens her laptop and starts typing. If her career in consulting is over, maybe she can salvage something from the wreckage by telling her story. The real story. The Other Woman: My Role in Destroying a Genius The cursor blinks on the empty page, waiting. Elena takes a shaky breath and begins: I convinced myself I was saving Leon Hart from a marriage that was holding him back. In reality, I was helping him destroy the woman who was making him successful.

From childhood, to our teens and then adults. We were so happy together. I was the only woman for him and he was the only man for me. How did I become the other woman? Why? My body trembled with heartbreaking sobs. I was crying so hard, to the point that I was finding it hard to breathe. I just couldn’t understand how I became the other woman!

The door swung open, and a woman stepped inside. The moment I laid eyes on her, I knew she was different from the other women in the pack. She was beautiful, but in an artificial way—long blonde hair styled to perfection, lips too full to be natural, and a body enhanced with curves that weren’t entirely real. She wore a skin-tight red dress that barely covered her thighs, her heels clicking against the floor as she walked inside with confidence radiating off her. She wasn’t submissive like the other women in the pack. No, she was dominant. Bold. Powerful. And I hated her instantly. “Alpha,” she purred, her voice sultry, her eyes filled with hunger as she looked at Damien. “Did you call me?”

He immediately explained, "That's a mosquito bite. Gaby, after all these years of our long-distance relationship, have you ever seen me with anyone else?" I had believed him back then, even apologizing for being too suspicious. But now, he had become someone else's husband and was even expecting a child. The woman took the report from my hand and thanked me with a smile. When she noticed that I hadn't moved, she asked, "Are you here to see William too?" I nodded. "Then let's go up together," she said. "My husband's meetings always run long." The word "husband" hit me without warning, and a sharp pain pierced my chest.

I wiped my nose with the back of my hand like a teenager and snapped, “Just drive.” He nodded. Probably thought I’d just had a breakup. I leaned my head against the window and shut my eyes. I am the other other woman. Not the wife. Not the girlfriend. Not the mistress. Just the in-between girl. **** I slammed the door behind me like that would shut him out too. Spoiler alert: it didn’t. The walls of my apartment felt too quiet. Too clean. Like nothing awful had happened, like my body hadn’t been used and discarded like I was a napkin at some corporate dinner. My heels hit the floor. My blouse came off like it burned.

"Sorry, I’m busy. I have to go." Confronting the reality of being the “other woman” left me feeling small and inadequate, especially in the shadow of Jethro’s legitimate partner.

Like, how can you befriend a woman who had intercourse with your husband on the very same bed where you made love to him? “What were you two doing?” Sophia asks. Curling her legs beneath her on the grass. “Nothing,” Mary quickly replies. Too quick even. Sophia rises one or her eyebrows, signaling she is not buying it. “It’s just silly sister-wives stuff, really… I’m sure you know.” Lucy says. “Sister-wives’ stuff?” Janne scoffs, “is that even a thing?” Apparently Janne had the same thing in mind. “Uh-huh,” Mary nods. “It is a thing.”

As he was walking away, the lady then asked him, “If you don’t mind… do you want to sit at the same table then.” “Are you sure? There are-” “No, I- I insist… Since this corner of the café is the best spot to read, I always sit here, I don’t mind sharing it with you.: “Ah sure, that spot was something I had my eye on since earlier.” Kayne replied. “AH, REALLY, let’s share it then!” Both were really awkward at each other at first but when they found out that both were reading the same book, they eventually got a comfortable to talk at each other.

Naomi pulled me up. Behind her stood compliance officers in field jackets, the deputy director leading them. Martin looked like he might pass out, shaking against the wall. Naomi—Director of the Business Compliance Bureau. This year alone, she'd torn through company after company. Cases stacked all the way into next year. One look at Martin and you knew—if she touched his books, he was done. She kept business and government separate. Never once showed up to our dinners. Our marriage was low-key, so Talia didn't recognize her. She went right back to acting bold.