Page 18 of The Other Woman

I asked him that very thing once the kids were down for their afternoon nap, and the people were gone from my house. “You can pass it on to one of our daughters.”

“You mean one of yours and mine as yet-to-be-born kids, or is Sarah involved in that as well?”

“She’s our first daughter; why wouldn’t she be?”

The way he looked at me as if it should’ve been a given almost brought tears to my eyes. He’s so possessive I sometimes fear that once we have kids of our own, which I’m pretty sure is his latest mission in life, that he’d neglect my kids with Doug.

“Let’s get this straight. I hate your ex, but those kids are as much a part of you as they are him; there’s no way I can mistreat something that’s a part of you. If I could, I’d adopt them, but I know he’s not going to give me that choice, but that will not stop me from loving and protecting them.”

“My hope is that by the time my kids are old enough to choose for themselves, they’d choose me and not the asshole who tried to destroy their mother. Does that put your mind at ease?” Boy howdy.

I didn’t hear anything else about my wedding after that day until I was being dragged onto a private plane with the kids. We landed in Maui hours later, and that’s when I learned that my wedding was the next day.

My ex-in-laws, his parents, and mine were our guests, along with the friends we’d shared with Doug. It was amazing, and I felt like the most beautiful woman in the world. My engagement ring had a center diamond the size of Mars and I was willing to bet it was either two or three times bigger than the one Doug had gotten me, which wasn’t too bad itself.

I’m pretty sure it could be seen from the horizon as big and as bright as it was. I felt a little bit weird having Helen and Victor there. Not because I didn’t want them but because I wasn’t sure how they truly felt. This was all happening very fast, after all, and Doug was still their son.

We had a chance to talk about it later on that night when the party on the beach was dying down. “We love Jacob like our own. I know he’ll be good to you and my grandbabies, and that’s what’s important. You didn’t do anything wrong; why should you feel any kind of way about going on with your life?” Helen took my hand and looked into my eyes as she asked.

It felt amazing having their support, and I told them in so many ways, but Jacob did me one better. He got all of our guest's gifts but the grandparents got spoilt the most. Luxury watches for the men and women, from him, I, and the kids and the grands each got a bracelet with our birthstones.

We left the kids and flew to another island for our honeymoon, which was a waste of time and money if you ask me because we never left the room. It’s like putting his ring on my finger had made something snap inside him.

He seemed a lot more possessive than before, and I didn’t think that was possible. He refused to let me out of our bed the first three days of our honeymoon getaway. The staff learned not to come near that room after day one, that’s for sure because I’m sure they’d heard me screaming out orgasms first thing in the morning.

At one point, I had to ask if he was taking something, but he claimed that I was his aphrodisiac, and we were at it again. That fourth day, he finally took me out. We went out to a restaurant to eat, and I noticed he held me closer and crowded me with his body a lot as if protecting me from the rest of the world.

I noticed the appreciative looks I got from both men and women in the flowy silk kaftan top over white silk shorts that showed off my legs and thighs that were tight from my time on the treadmill.

I did notice that Jacob had a tic in his cheek for most of the meal, but it was only when we got back to the beach house and he took me to bed, that I realized what his problem was. He’d seen the men checking me out and proceeded to try to kill me with his twelve-inch cock.

“I don’t see how men looking at my ass is my...." That’s as far as I got before his hand was squeezing off my air, and I had a belly full of hard cock again to put me in my place. He’s so easy.

BASTARD

“What the hell is this?” I stared down at my phone in surprise and anger. I’d been ignoring it all day, not wanting to see why or who had been texting me nonstop. The truth is, I thought it was that annoying bitch who I had sent off to work without me every day for the past week.

Once it kept going, disrupting my whole damn day, I decided to answer just to tell her to fuck off. I’ve been doing that a lot lately, yelling at or cursing her. I’d started to see the fear in her eyes, too, when she went too far.

Good, it’s about time she learns her fucking place, the stupid bitch. But I opened my phone expecting to see another one of her stupid texts about us needing to talk and instead was faced with a barrage of texts from multiple friends.

The sight made me run to the bathroom to puke. It can’t be; she couldn’t have married him. She’s supposed to give me time to get my head on straight and then take me back so we can be a family again. She’s always been big on family. There’s no way she was going to tear our family apart.

I was on the phone responding to their pictures on social media, saying just that. I made a comment over and over again that this is why that bitch didn’t fight me on the divorce, because those two had been fucking all along, and that seemed to send everyone into a tizzy fit.

I drank from my last bottle of whiskey and laughed my ass off at the dumpster fire I had started. When Wendy came home later that evening, I knocked her around a little, then fucked her until she couldn’t move and went back to my online war.

She came out of the bedroom with matted hair and a bruise on her cheek, nagging me about some shit, so I smacked her around a little more and sent her into the kitchen to get me dinner. “That’s right bitch. This is your life from now on. You fucked up my life, now it’s your turn.”

I was drunk off my ass but didn’t really much care. That night, I showed her who’s boss until she curled into a ball and slept. The next morning, I took all of her important papers and locked them away in my safe then dangled the idea of an engagement ring in her face.

I knew that would keep her mouth shut about what went on here last night since she’d already gone to great lengths to cover up the bruises. That’s how the following days went. I used up all of my PTO, which worked out to a fair amount, and spent my days on the couch battling my bitch of an ex and that asshole poacher Jake.

That went on for days until I received the cease and desist from Mr and Mrs. Jacob Halston. I tore the house apart that day before drunkenly driving past my old house. That’s when I saw the new people moving in.

I slammed out of the car and approached the man and woman and their fucking brats that were moving into my house. Somehow, the cops ended up being called, but I ran away before they got there.

I tried calling Rachel, but I was blocked, and Jake wasn’t answering. I knew there was no way I was going to get past the security at his gate but I still tried. I stood outside the gate yelling for the two of them to come outside and face me, but they didn’t even have the decency to look out a window.

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