The Other Woman Book Summary Novels & Stories

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.

Mom used to say there was no point for a girl to buy property in a big city and that there would always be a room for me at home. I had believed her. I thought she just didn’t want me to exhaust myself, that she meant home would always be my safe harbor. However, when I actually returned, I realized not a single tile in that house belonged to me, let alone a room. Lying on the soft bed in my own apartment, I remembered how my coworkers had reacted recently when they saw me. "Wow, Elowen, you look totally different lately. You’ve gotten prettier. What are you using?"

She, a strong willed woman, was being reduced to a mess because a younger man she barely knew decided to ignore her after one intense encounter. The more he stayed away, the more his power grew. His absence was a masterstroke in manipulation. It wasn't about sex for him, she realized. It was about control. It was about making her need him. She found herself in the library, a vast room with more books than she could read in a lifetime. She pulled down a book on Australian history, but the words swam before her eyes. The only thing she could focus on was the sound of her own breathing, and the silence of the house.

It wasn't a soft landing when I fell through the book. I sat up quickly trying to gather what happened. Looking around it was a beautiful meadow with wild flowers lining the tree line. Not to far from me was a spring fed pond lined with rocks and a lone tree. I approached the tree when I see on the other side a bench with a woman sitting on it. I approached slowly on guard of who it could be. When I made it to the edge of the bench, slowly the woman turned towards me with a bright smile.

Bella Pov Karen's book hit number one on the bestseller list three weeks after it published. I saw it displayed in the window of every bookstore I passed. "The Other Woman: A Love Story" in big letters with Karen's photo on the back cover. She was smiling in that photo. Looking innocent and sympathetic. Nothing like the woman who tried to poison me.

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.

"I thought I was different. I thought he actually cared about me. But I was just another tool. Another person he used and threw away." "How did you know Lucas? Before Rachel died?" Alice hesitated. I could see her weighing how much to reveal. "We met through work. I was doing administrative work at the hospital where Rachel gave birth. Lucas and I became friends. Then more than friends." She looked at me. "I know what you are thinking. I was the other woman. The mistress. And you are right. But I loved him. I thought he loved me too." "When did Rachel die?"

Laslo growls again and stalks out of the house. “Who are you? He didn’t yell or touch you……why?” The woman lets the bookend drop from her fingers. She takes a shaky breath and plops back in the armchair. “I’m his mate. There is nothing he would do to me because he wouldn’t want to hurt me.” The woman scoffs and looks up to the ceiling. “Funny thing is that he has done nothing but hurt me since we met.” The woman looks at me, and I can see tears roll down her face. “You should just get comfortable. This is a prison and you are his prisoner.” The woman gets up and walks out of the room, leaving me on the couch.

She twisted and wrenched the book sideways, ripping the knife from the woman's hand. The woman gaped at her in surprise, hands empty. Felecia used that moment of surprise. She struck out with the spine of the book, hitting the woman square between the eyes. The woman stumbled back into the man, one hand pressed to her face. Felecia grinned. She wasn't that far removed from her street urchin days. The man shoved the woman aside. Her gaze locked with that of the man and her smile vanished. She took a step back into her stall and grasped the knife, wrenching it out of the book.

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.”