The Woman In Me Audiobook Novels & Stories

And just like that a blurry voice and an image that she assumed that was part of her memory appeared in her mind. 'A woman's worth is more than a man could never work for. A woman is a powerful person who gives light. A woman has been given a womb and a man's part and yet she can give life. A woman has been given a house and yet she made it a home that is full of warmth. A woman is someone who was given a simple thing but can give back precious treasures. A woman has never been worthless. Always remember you are a woman. And you are worth it"

It was the first time I truly realized how powerless I was against people with immense influence. My phone kept ringing, and every time I ignored it, the caller called again. With no other option, I finally picked up. It wasn't William who called me, but Alexandra. Her laughter carried a hint of disdain. "Ms. Bennett, let's have a little chat."

“I apologize for the sudden interruption. But I need to say something… not just to this room, but to one person in particular.” My cheeks flushed. “Months ago, I met a woman who turned my world upside down. She challenged me, surprised me, and showed me what real strength looked like. She didn’t ask for anything. She never begged. But she gave me everything.” Gasps and murmurs rippled through the room. “And I let her go.” Cameras began flashing. “She is the strongest woman I’ve ever met. A single mother. A fighter. A woman with a heart bigger than the empire I run. And I was a coward who let her walk away.”

But neither did I retreat. "I'm just saying," I muttered instead, not in the mood to argue with him. I pushed past him, "if she's half as deadly as she's classy, we're all fucked. "And if you mess this up," he bellowed after me, "you'll be the one to ruin the last hope this company has." I didn't answer him. But I knew what I saw in that woman's eyes, and it wasn't just “intelligence”. It was a calculating edge. And something colder.

Hence, I asked the woman kindly, "Did the HR department not pay you the compensation for firing you according to your employment contract?" The woman could only stammer in response. Tears began flowing down her cheeks at that moment. Soon, she was crying so hard that she could barely breathe. Amidst her sobs, she made sure to shout at me in a cutesy voice, "So what if you're rich?" With that, she ran away once again. I finally understood what was going on. That woman was another one of my many crazed admirers. She was purely acting out of the ordinary just to attract my attention.

But as painful as this was, it was clear that if she stayed, she was just going to become the other woman in her marriage. Her voice trembled with a mix of pain and resolve, “I can’t do this anymore Derek. It’s clear you have already made your choice, so I won’t get in your way again. I’ve given everything to this marriage and it’s still not enough. I’m still not enough. Go ahead and have everything you want with her. I won’t fight for you anymore.” “Here’s your phone. You dropped it when you were rushing to her side.” Leah dropped the phone on the couch, grabbed her suitcase, and walked away from him.

I painfully cried as I suddenly started seeing flashes and hearing strange voices banging in my head. There was particular voice that kept talking over and over again. 'Do you know many of them are women?' The voice said. 'Maybe dinner?...I'll set up something in my pack house..No, love, look at me. I know something happened last night....Is this what you want?" The voice kept talking alongside flashbacks that weren't clear. I know that voice! "Please make it stop!" I cried as Neil tried to lift me up. "I would take a guess of who he is but it will only break me...Willow!...Hey...I'm Rowan.."

Instead, she felt a sense of pride. Well done, Era. You did the right thing. Again, a strange voice echoed in her head. Era frowned and wondered if it was her own voice or something else. The voice seemed to be someone else in her body, but it sounded absurd. Era believed it was the voice of her subconscious rebelling after a life of torture. You don't have to be afraid. You know you are always strong. You've endured all this time, and you're okay. Despite all the strangeness she felt, Era realized that she liked those positive words. She felt empowered, and suddenly courage coursed through her veins. Her energy felt alive, and the strangeness continued as she spoke in her heart.

The neighborhood lay in ruins, with rubble and dust drifting in the air. I furrowed my brows, my OCD pushing me to walk away. Just then, a hunched, filthy woman came in my way. She was wrapped in a filthy down jacket, its original color long buried beneath layers of grime. She clutched a handful of empty plastic bottles, her eyes vacant and glassy. “M-Ms. Bray?” She spoke, her voice raspy and scratchy. I stopped in my tracks and looked at her from a distance. It took a while for me to scan her bloated and wrinkly face before I recognized her to be the once arrogant Little Miss Sunshine.

Most importantly, most foundationally, irreducibly — with herself. The woman who had been a guest in her own life and was now its undisputed primary inhabitant. Who had found herself in the fire. Who had written herself down. Who had put her name on it. She thought about the woman at four in the morning who had not been able to put the book down. About the woman who had called her sister. About the woman who had called the lawyer. About the hundreds of women who had written today and the thousands who would write in the weeks and months to come as the book found its way to the people who needed it.