Being The Other Woman Book Novels & Stories

He said the rent would give me my own income, so I could be an independent woman instead of always asking him for money. And the apartment he had supposedly rented out had become the home of his other wife. "You're so lucky," I said, my voice trembling. Chloe smiled and went back to playing with the baby. I stood beside her, quietly watching her profile. She couldn't have been more than twenty-two or twenty-three. She knew nothing. But even if she did, what difference would it make?

-The only woman Nathan wants in his life is you," he said, getting into the driver's seat. -We all know that... She couldn't even finish the sentence, so Liam and Nicole looked at her with boredom. As much as Nathan wanted to give the omega some space to think things through, Booke was closed off in her world. She did not want to listen to any more explanations from the older man, she only wanted to know the answers to all her questions and would do everything in her power to find out what she wanted. They arrived at the company, where Booke saw the woman, he hated most in life. Only three weeks passed, well counted by the omega, and that woman seemed to live in that place, according to Book

IT'S been two years since he had an affair with another woman. He was aware that what he was doing was wrong, yet he couldn't stop himself. His other woman gave him something that her wife couldn't give. His mistress, despite being wild and demanding, made him feel like a man. She made him feel as if he was needed. His wife, on the other hand, was self-sufficient and successful in her career. He sometimes felt like he was just a bystander in her life. It was as if their marriage was merely something to round out her whole picture of a perfect woman with a successful profession and a wonderful marriage!

She had wondered privately if the stink of the city alone could coerce her to follow her husband’s command to stay indoors, though she considered it highly unlikely. As she had paused to examine the books lining the shelves, the faint beginnings of her good humour had fled. The titles on the spines leered down at her, the jagged lettering contriving rotten faces of their own. Woman and Sin, they read. The Keeping of a Good Wife. Accomplishments Acceptable in the Female Gender.

Everything was clearly engraved in Via's sharp memory, but it hurt a lot when it was all on another woman. Tears gathered in the corners of Via’s eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She still couldn't believe Sean had forgotten her without explaining anything, but the evidence that he was slowly ignoring and deliberately avoiding her was enough to hurt. In fact, Via could not linger to see Sean with another woman even if only through the portraits on paper. “Look, they're so perfect each other,” said the woman who suddenly stood next door. Via just smile slightly and put the tabloid back in its original place.

"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.

This had to be Freeda. Freeda was still clad in the skintight black outfit of a battlefield warrior, as if she were eager to flaunt her status as an Alpha Female. When our eyes met, she raised her chin in a deliberate show of arrogance. The rest of the room grew quiet, their eyes on me, waiting for something to unfold. Rosie Holman, Vahn's mother, was the first to break the silence. "Cecilia, Pearly, come sit beside me." Rosie beamed as she pulled out a chair for me. She was a short, plump woman, her rounded figure a result of the constant medication she needed after being poisoned with wolfsbane in the past.

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