The Other Woman นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Caught in the storm, huh?” “Yes, ma’am,” Jack said, his voice polite, water dripping from his hair. “We’re looking for a room for the night.” The woman her name tag read *Martha* frowned, checking a ledger. “We’re pretty full, what with the storm bringing folks in. Let me see… I’ve got one room left, but it’s just a double. You two married?”

The other woman gasps at the same time my wolf growls. “We may not know each other well, Fiona, but that’s great! You even look happy,” one of the women says, patting Fiona’s arm. I look at Fiona and study her again. I’ve tried not to pay her much attention today, to keep from staring, but the woman is right.

Her makeup was flawless, her hair pulled back in a sleek twist, and she had the kind of confidence that filled a room without even trying. She stood close to Michael—too close. She touched his arm lightly as she laughed, and then I heard the other woman, an older woman, speaking proudly. “She’s incredibly accomplished. Speaks at conferences across the country, published multiple times—her work’s even been recognized internationally. Honestly, I’ve always said she’s the kind of woman any man would be lucky to have.” The words hung in the air like knives. My heart sank. I felt like I’d been punched in the chest.

However, he was now proudly showing off that crooked woven piece to others, his face radiating pride. Vivian was nestled contentedly in his arms, carrying herself like the lady of the house. Someone nearby remarked, "Mrs. Richardson's haute couture dress is stunning. I couldn't get an appointment even a month in advance. He must have traveled to several countries to get that for her." My friend glanced at me strangely. "Netty, isn't that your husband?" At charity galas, companions were typically assumed to be family members or spouses. Everyone naturally took Vivian and Lucas for a married couple.

But I wasn’t every man. I watched closely as Aria leaned in and whispered something in the woman’s ear. I couldn’t hear what she said, but whatever it was, it set her off. With a furious cry, the woman shoved Aria with full force, sending her crashing to the ground. Now that’s what I’m talking about. Things just got a hell of a lot more interesting. I expected the second woman to jump in, to join hands with her friend and beat Aria into the ground. I wanted them to. I needed them to.

Then the brightly dressed woman joins her, and they walk side by side. “I’ll stop here,” I say. The car halts, and I step out quickly, moving fast enough to catch up with them. They slow down, clearly aware someone is following. “Thanks for the bills,” I say, touching the lady in black, hoping to catch a glimpse of her face, but she dodges me, nods, and keeps walking leaving me with the other woman. “My name is Britney,” she says, extending her hand. “Nice to meet you,” I reply, shaking it, my eyes still fixed on the other lady.

With a champagne flute in my hand, I quietly retreated toward the back of the hall, giving myself enough distance to breathe while I watched my father and Jonas move from one group to another, effortlessly networking. They belonged here. I wasn’t so sure that I did. I took a small sip of champagne and leaned against the wall, allowing my eyes to wander across the crowded room. That was when a woman’s voice drifted beside me. “I see you are really Thelma Wells.” I turned toward her. She looked vaguely familiar. My eyes traveled over her face as I searched my memory, trying to figure out where I had seen her before. She had an air of confidence about her, the kind that came from being accustom

Three shells, stacked one inside the other like something built specifically to survive exactly this kind of search,a woman sitting alone at a kitchen table at two in the morning, trying to find her own name buried somewhere underneath layers of paperwork designed to make sure she never would. I almost stopped there. My eyes were burning, my coffee had gone cold twice over, and some exhausted part of my brain kept whispering that I already had enough, the affair, the house, the diluted stake, more than enough to justify anything I decided to do next. I didn't need to follow this all the way to its root. I kept going anyway. Because the version of me that used to run a company never once clos

After five years by Leonardo Rizzo's side through bloodshed and gunfire, I had finally made it to our wedding day. In those five years, my surgical skill had earned me a reputation throughout Chicago. I had saved Leonardo more times than I could count. But as I stood at the altar in my wedding dress, he walked straight past me and slipped my ring onto his adopted sister Julia Rizzo's finger. My whole body went rigid. Leonardo looked back at me. There was a hint of apology in his voice, but he made no move to take back the ring. "Baby, when Julia and I were children, I promised she'd be my bride at my first wedding. As the Don of the Rizzo family, I can't break a promise. You'll understand, w

She built the company. He took the credit and a mistress. Elena Vale gave up everything for her marriage: her career, her name on the business she helped build, her own instincts. In return she got a devoted husband, a beautiful daughter, and a life everyone else envied. Then she sees him somewhere he shouldn't be, with someone he shouldn't know. Every explanation he gives makes perfect sense. Every new clue says otherwise. But the affair isn't the real story. Buried under years of quiet devotion is a plan to erase her completely from the company, the marriage, and the life she thought was hers. So Elena stops asking questions out loud. She smiles. She cooks his dinner. And behin