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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This just made me feel two feet tall and like a loser. Why didn’t she just block me if she knew? It’s obvious she wanted me to see how great her life is. Did she know what her husband is? Is that why she just walked away without a fight? That bitch.

No, there’s no way she’s this unaffected. They had been together for years; she had to feel something. She’s putting on an act for the world to see, but I know better. Even as I thought it, a little voice in my head mocked me.

After living with Doug, I can see why any woman with sense would want to get as far away from him as possible. He’d become someone else. I’ve tried talking to the few friends I had from before about the situation, but they all laughed at me.

Even my coworkers have something to say. Someone had seen him going into a fast-food place one day and took a picture, which they passed around the office. I didn’t know what they were whispering and laughing at until one of the bitches had the nerve to push the phone in my face and show me.

I was never so embarrassed in my life. They then turned their attention on me asking how things were going and if I was happy with what I got. I didn’t know until that day just how much they hated me. People treat women who have affairs like shit. I know that now. They are a bunch of judgmental assholes.

I left the bathroom on shaky legs, and of course, her post was all anyone would talk about since she still had a handful of friends here who had their heads up her ass. That was supposed to be me. I was supposed to inherit all of her and Doug’s friends.

They should be celebrating me. First our wedding, which ended up being nothing like I wanted, and then our first child together. He’d been respected here at one time, but now he was little more than a joke.

Some people were even whispering that I had destroyed his life. They seemed to think we were both getting what we deserved for cheating, but I didn’t sign up for this. Now, I can’t leave even if I wanted to, and I do.

He can cost me my freedom and so much more. How did I get here? I dread going home in the evenings because I never know what I’m going to find. I know that he, too, follows her, and if he sees that shit, he’s going to be up my ass. I’m still sore and bruised from his last tantrum.

I slinked back to my desk and put my head down for a second. I just needed to escape, to get away from reality for a bit. I was so tired and worn out. My home life was next-level hell, and there wasn’t much better since no one respected me, and they didn’t try to hide it. It’s gotten so bad that I eat lunch alone at my desk while the others hang out in the break room and talk about their lives.

I used to ride so high here. My man had a top-level position, and everyone knew he was mine. People respected me then. Or so I thought. But once he quit, they started showing their true colors, and I was the odd man out.

I must’ve been really tired because I slept the rest of the afternoon away and got called into the office because one of the nosy bitches reported me. I had to sit through another lecture about how my performance was lacking, but this time, it didn’t end like the last three meetings.

No one told me that I was working on the three-strikes rule. Did no one understand what my life was like? I tried explaining that I was tired and in pain. The bitch had the nerve to ask me for a doctor’s note, and when I didn’t have one, I was let go.

Just like that. Two years of hard work down the drain. I walked out of there in a daze after being escorted by security with a box of my own personal stuff in my hands. My coworkers applauded as I made the walk of shame, and I have never felt so much hate for a group of people. Heartless bastards.

This was her fault. She could’ve stopped this at any time and my life wouldn’t be the mess that it is right now. She had to have known what he was, and she let me throw away my life, my future, over her unwanted piece of shit, deadbeat husband. Him I hate most of all. And Jacob for giving her a better life than the one she had.

They’d made me a laughingstock among their friends, no doubt. I’m sure they were all talking behind my back, though none of them had mentioned Doug or me in any of their posts since the divorce. But I was sure they were still talking about me.


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