Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 47419 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 237(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47419 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 237(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
This isn’t fair. Why is she happy and moving on with her new happy life while I am stuck here suffering? She’d taken everything, including the kids that Doug claimed to love so much but hasn’t mentioned in months. It was all a lie. They both lied to me. She by omission.
BASTARD
Inow know what it means to foam at the mouth from pure rage. This shit that I was looking at had me two minutes away from that state. And why is it always this bitch? Huh? Why is she riding my back like a fucking ape? Why couldn’t she act like other women?
She was supposed to need me after the divorce. She’d been out of the workforce for a while, and it wouldn’t have been easy for her to get back on her feet. I would’ve still been in control. She wouldn’t have no choice but to go along with what I wanted, because she would be dependent on me.
I would’ve had the best of both worlds. I already had two kids, one of each, so I needed no more. So, I would’ve kept Rachel on the side as the mother and side piece because who else is going to have her with the burden of two kids? I was going to be sure to give her just enough and no more; that way, she’d be stuck.
That was going to be my plan. Fuck her whenever I wanted to while keeping the younger, hotter Wendy as my main squeeze. It would’ve been best for everyone. That way, Rachel still had a way to scratch the itch, and I still got to play house every once in a while with the mother of my kids while going home to Wendy every night.
But none of that happened. None of it! That bitch was cold and indifferent since day one. I know she was fucking my best friend behind my back. No one can tell me different. How else would you explain the two of them getting married so soon after the divorce.
Fucking bitch! How dare she? How dare she move on? And with him. Why did it have to be him? Anyone else but him. That pain alone was enough to keep me bent over and in bed for days on end. The fact that it was him, the man I had stolen her from that night.
I know the bastard had seen his reaction to her and just knew. But I couldn’t let him have her because I felt something too, though maybe not as strong as he did. I knew if he got to her first that, I wouldn’t stand a chance.
But it wasn’t just that. Because I know Jacob, I knew that if he’d gotten with her, our friendship would have changed. When he’s passionate about something, he goes all in and gives it his all. I’d never seen him look at a woman like that before that night, though.
As time went by, I actually put it out of my mind sometimes, but every once in a while I liked to rub it in his face by having her around him while having my hand resting on her in some way. Neither of them ever had any idea that was purposely done and I’d get a silent kick out of it.
I think those nights used to be the best in bed. Then, and the nights after, I got to tell him that she was pregnant. I liked watching part of him die right before my eyes because he knew I was fucking and making a permanent life with the woman he was so desperately in love with.
This is who she chose to fuck around with after leaving me. It’s an insult to me and my kids that she’s with this guy. And him, some alpha male, he hung around all this time like a lapdog just to taste my sloppy seconds.
I’ve been battling these thoughts and more the past few months and was getting to a place where I was doing pretty good. The alcohol was getting to a place where I could go days without thinking about any of it.
Days when I would feel so numb, nothing mattered. Today started out just like one of those days. I’d passed out in front of the TV not long after that bitch left this morning after being up for just a few hours. I woke up, reached for the bottle on the floor, and jumped right back on that wagon.
I’d been sitting here minding my own damn business when my phone kept going off like crazy. It hadn’t done that in a while so I looked without really looking until I saw it was Rachel.
I didn’t hardly recognize her. She’s done something different with her hair, it had grown out and was longer than when we were together. She looked kind of how she used to look when we first met, with that sparkle in her eye.