Novel & Cerita The Woman In Me Audiobook

She’s a few years older than me and I like to think that us Girl Bosses will stick together. “I’ll be ten minutes, Mom.” I swing my legs out of the bed and stretch from side to side with my arms stretched over my head and lean to one side then the other. My running kit is still over the chair from the other morning only since I’ve got nasty cramping, running is the last thing I feel like doing but I will go for the fast walk. Exercise always helps me mentally and it’s so good to take my mind off Cody. I’ll put in ear pods in and stick on my latest audiobook. I’m currently listening to a psychological thriller by Daniel Hurst, one of my go2 authors.

"I Stopped doing things to her. The system was the one holding her head underwater. I just let her breathe. The howling you hear isn't madness—it's Grief. She’s mourning the years she spent as a machine." "She’s a beast!" the man screamed, his voice cracking. "She tried to bite me!" "Because you were trying to Audit her," I said, stepping closer. "You were trying to make her the 'Optimized Wife' again. You have to let her be the Wolf before she can be the Woman again." I reached out my hand. Not to strike, but to Offer.

“What does that mean? Who are you?” The woman’s thin lips parted again, her voice coming in a broken whisper. “It’s… me.” Maxine’s jaw tightened. Vague answers. She could feel the energy in the room shift—like a storm gathering far off the horizon. The woman seemed to be fighting to speak, as though every word required more strength than she possessed. “It’s you who?” Maxine pressed, stepping closer. The woman’s eyelids fluttered as she exhaled slowly, her voice barely audible. “Your daughter, I can tell you all the details but please let me just take a shower—”

“I’ve spent my whole life feeling like Milly Whitmore. Tonight I found out that girl was never real. I need to hear who I actually was before I can figure out who I’m supposed to be now.” He didn’t argue. He sat down on the concrete floor beside me, close enough that his shoulder pressed against mine, and I pressed play before I could talk myself out of it. Static first. A long pause. Then a woman’s voice, warm and unguarded, nothing like the grainy photographs of a woman crouched behind cars with a camera. This voice sounded soft. Tired. Achingly gentle. “Hi, sweet girl.” My breath caught immediately.

Voice with direction and Purpose that belonged to no one but me. I went back to the window one last time and looked out over the city - all those lit windows, all those people inside them living their particular and specific lives, none of them aware of the woman standing at this window in this apartment feeling the exact weight of what it meant to be, finally and completely, herself. Then I went back to the desk, opened a fresh page, and typed two words. Chapter One. Not of the book, though maybe that too eventually. Of the life. Of the version of it that started here, in this room, in this quiet, with this voice.

"I’m here to audit the vault. And from the looks of it, you’ve been overvalued for a long time." The woman reached the bottom of the stairs, stopping just a few feet away. She was a head taller than Darius, her presence filling the foyer with a suffocating gravity. I felt Darius move, his hand finding the small of my back, pulling me closer to him. The friction of his palm against the silk of my dress was a jolt of pure reality, a reminder that we were still standing on solid ground. "You have the book," the woman said, nodding toward the ledger under my arm. "The one Silas used to track the failures. Do you know what happens to the entries that don't balance, little auditor?"

I knew it wasn't because I'd never been in that room, never been with that man, never done any of this, but my brain was screaming at me that nobody else would believe that, nobody else would see past the resemblance. Then the audio started and everything got so much worse. "God, this is so easy." The woman's voice came through the speakers, breathy and satisfied, and it sounded like mine except it wasn't, couldn't be, but it was close enough that my own voice felt foreign in my throat. "Zane Mercer actually thinks I care about him." No. No no no no— "He's so desperate for attention," the voice continued between moans that made my skin crawl. "All I have to do is fuck him a few times and I'l

The faint light of the hall highlighted the fullness of her cheeks in comparison to the women around her, the richness of her hair. She looked nothing like the woman I’d purchased from Zahur almost two months ago now, but that wasn’t what brought the smile to my face. No, I was so amazed by her because she was the exact same woman inside. She was tough as nails, and angry, and scared, and hurt. She was the perfect person to rescue these women because she would tell them they didn’t have to sand down their edges to be loved, to rejoin the world. She’d made it through months of hell, and before she’d been back for half the time she was gone, she’d opened herself up to love and started changing

I start reading. My voice is steady, which surprises me. I thought I would cry. I thought I would have to stop and compose myself. But instead, my voice just carries the words. Just delivers the testimony like testimony is supposed to be delivered. With truth. With weight. With the specific knowledge that these words cost something. The room is completely quiet. Thirty women listening to one woman read about the worst thing that happened to her. Reading about the man who did it. Reading about the choice she made to survive and then to heal and then to love that man anyway, but differently. Transformed. Rebuilt.

My chest tightened. Am I okay? I asked myself silently. The answer rose like bile. I don’t think I am. “Um,” I said aloud, pushing the phone against my ear a little harder. “Excuse me? What’s your name?” I directed the question at the silver-toothed woman. She turned slowly, her gaze sliding to me with a strange, reptilian patience. “Auburn.” Her voice was softer than I’d imagined. She looked like a demon, but sounded like an angel.