The Other Woman Read Online Jordan Silver

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 47419 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 237(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
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She didn’t answer, but her eyes went to the phone in my hand. I lifted it to my face and looked. “Oh, yeah, I was reading up on my wife and kids. You remember them, don’t you? The people you fucked over to get what you want.”

That one got to her because her eyes flashed with fire before she looked down and away. “That’s right bitch, you should look away. If you didn’t come here looking for a sugar daddy, if you hadn’t shaken your ass in my face, you crazy bitch, my life wouldn’t be in the crapper. Now look, my fucking wife, who was ten times better than you, is having another man’s child. How are you gonna fix that, huh?”

I raised my fist to punch her face in, and the stupid bitch said the dumbest thing she’d said to me yet. “We can have our own children!” I laughed, took a step back, and took a sip of my whiskey.

“How you dumb bitch? I’ve been snipped since before we met.”

I turned and stumbled back to the TV, already forgetting what the hell had set me off in the first place.

HOMEWRECKING SKANK

Ifelt cold and clammy. Like little tentacles or fingers were clawing away at my insides. “Say that again?” He smirked, and my head spun with anger. “You son of a bitch, what do you mean you got snipped?” I flew at him, but he just pushed me back hard enough for me to fall on the floor.

Is this a joke? “You liar.” I was screaming by the time I got to my feet. “It was all lies.” He’d promised when we started the affair that we’d have kids together, that I’d get to have the life I wanted. A stay-at-home mom with enough money to do the things I wanted.

He'd built that dream with me for months until it seemed real. Even when things were getting bad I still had that dream. One of the only ones I had left. I wanted to be a mother; I wanted to have kids with the man I thought he was.

Now, he’s telling me that that was never a possibility. “Wait, before we even met? That can’t be. You had Sara months after we started dating.”

“Sara was a mistake and also the reason you will never have children.” He seemed to take pleasure in telling me this.

“I don’t understand.”

“I got snipped without telling Rachel about it. After the debacle of her first pregnancy, I did not want to go through that hell again, so I went and had it done. Imagine my surprise when she came up pregnant.”

He actually grinned and took a sip from the bottle. “I thought for sure she had cheated, but I couldn’t accuse her because then she’d find out about the snip-snip. So, I went back to the doctor and he told me it was a possibility that sometimes they fail. So, I got it done the right way. Had she not fallen pregnant, I wouldn’t have known.”

I felt as if someone had thrown hot oil over my head. In fact, I didn’t know how to feel or what to think. “You said it was a drunken one-night stand. That you and she weren’t having sex while you were with me. That was a lie, too, wasn’t it?”

“Of course, you dumb bitch. I told you what you wanted to hear, and you believed me because you wanted to. So don’t come crying to me about it now. You got what you wanted. Me, all to yourself.”

“As for kids, no thanks; I’ve already got all that I want or need.” I flew at him again, my rage at an all-time high. This was the last straw. I’ve wasted too much time on him, and now he’s trapped me in a marriage with a deadbeat.

He slapped me hard across the face until I tasted blood, but that didn’t stop me; it was expected by now. I tore at the flesh of his face with my nails, and he punched me in the gut. The wind was knocked out of me, and I gagged and fought to breathe. He just stood there laughing.

I wanted to die at that moment because, in his laughter, I heard my doom. A coldness rushed over my body as reality hit me out of nowhere like a freight train. This was my life now. I’m trapped. I have no job, no savings, and no hope.

I started laughing, too, which made him stop for some reason. Stop and stare at me like I was the crazy one. “I lost my job.”

“Well, get another one bitch. You’ve got one week. I won’t have you sitting around here on your lazy ass getting fat. And somebody’s got to pay the bills and buy my whiskey.”

He tipped the bottle to his head and the hate that rose up in me was almost too much. I thought of the many ways I could kill him at that moment. And how to get away with it. He walked back to the couch and sat down in front of the TV, and my eyes followed.


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