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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I looked away because I didn’t want to see that shit. I read her first comment and saw red. I know that bitch was directing that shit at me. So, what I didn’t help her fat ugly ass when she was pregnant. She looked like a fucking whale and nothing at all like the fit beautiful girl I had married.

Even when she gave birth and got her body back in shape, it was not the same. It’s not my fault I no longer found her attractive. I can’t be the only man who doesn’t find pregnancy attractive. I didn’t know when I agreed to have a baby that it was going to destroy my wife.

I’d read about women who hardly gained any weight and was under the impression that because she was so fit, it would be the same with her. Instead, she’d gained about twenty pounds and could hardly get up from her chair in the last month.

I didn’t find anything attractive about her back then. So why was Jacob in the comments acting as if she was the most beautiful woman in the world? And why were our friends going along with it?

I was so mad I could hardly breathe and got up to pace around the room before I lost my mind. They were all trying to get under my skin. First, it was Susy who kept posting every little thing about Rachel’s pregnancy and her new marriage, and something about how she was happy her nibblings finally had a real Dad.

I got glimpses into Rachel and my children’s lives through her little tidbits. But then my own mother jumped on that train and then my old friends. Everything was about the babies and how excited everyone was.

There were hints that there were numerous get-togethers every weekend or so, always at Jacob’s place. When we were together, she never told me she wanted to host shit. Besides, who wants to hang out in a place with a bunch of kids sleeping upstairs?

I usually went out to meet up with these same people. Jacob was the only one who used to beg off most of the time. Is that when it happened? Were they meeting behind my back on those nights when I was out with the others?

I started to ask that very question but then remembered that first, I was following her under an assumed name, and second, Jacob has a cease-and-desist order against me. One wrong move, and I could end up doing time in jail or have to pay a fine which I cannot afford.

My whole life is spiraling out of control. It has been for a very long time now, but it got worse when those two got married and then again when they announced that she was pregnant. It felt the way I imagine he used to when I would rub our relationship in his face.

On their wedding night, I imagined him touching her, and the same goes for the pregnancy. Not that I knew when either happened, of course, but my mind couldn’t help but go back and try to figure it out. Like, they got married on the fifteenth? That means they had sex on that night?

With the pregnancy, it was harder. Even if I knew how far along she was I’d still not be able to boil it down to a particular day or that particular month. It’s weird how obsessed I became over every little detail of their lives. But then the bastard blocked me on everything, and so did she.

I can’t get close enough to their place to see anything, and he monitors that app for the kids, I’m sure of it. They have sole custody of the kids, so there’s no way for me to use that as an excuse to see her and him. They’d just disappeared from view as if he was making a point to make me suffer.

He was living with my wife and kids and by all that I’ve seen, providing a much better life for them, which I am sure everyone was aware of. And what did I get? This balding, plump ugly bitch who never shuts the fuck up.

Are all women liars? Rachel, when we met, was fun and happy all the time. After marriage and kids, she became this always-tired hag drone that I no longer wanted to be around. But for fuck sake, she was ten times better than my new wife.

At least when Rachel got fat, there was something to show for it, my two kids. But this bitch is just fat and ugly for no reason. I know…. I heard her key in the door, and it cut off my thoughts. I took the whiskey bottle to the head while side-eyeing the entrance to the doorway.

My hand with the phone hung limply by my side. She was acting nervous as hell, fidgety. “What the hell have you been up to that you look so scared?” I started to walk towards her, and she looked so scared. She flinched when I got in her face. “Bitch, I asked you a question.”


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