Page 20 of The Other Woman

No one wanted to believe me, but I was the only one who knew he’d wanted her since the beginning. When I try to bring it up now, even with my family, they all scoff and call me jealous and entitled. My own little sister hates me because I cheated and had orchestrated that whole night at my house, which she admitted to.

I hate them all at this point and want nothing to do with them since they’d chosen their side. And everything leads back to that bitch Wendy. If not for her, my life would not have gone off the rails.

Less than a year later, I was broke, unemployed, and had gained about fifteen pounds all in my gut. I know that one is planning to leave, but I’ve got a surprise in store for her.

HOMEWRECKING SKANK

I looked at him on the couch as I passed him his dinner, which he was no doubt going to complain about. I’d bought the ingredients with my own money since he had none and taken my time to make it, but he was never grateful.

I can’t help looking at him with contempt these days. He’d destroyed my life… “Bitch what are you looking at?” I didn’t realize that I was standing there glaring at him this whole time. I turned to walk back to the kitchen to eat alone because even the way he chews gets on my nerves these days, the pig.

“I know what’s on your mind, but before you make any grand plans, I think you should know that I know you’ve been stealing from your clients. I have all the proof.” That stopped me in my tracks, and I turned to look at him in shock.

He wasn’t even looking at me; he just picked up the piece of chicken off his place with his fingers and bit into it. “What the fuck am I eating? Is this rubber? Here, make me something that resembles food.” He threw the plate, sending food flying all over the place.

I got down on my hands and knees and cleaned it up with tears running down my face. “You thought I wouldn’t know you bitch?” He lifted my chin, and I refused to look into his eyes. “I know you like the palm of my hand. You try leaving or anything stupid, and I’ll go to the Feds with what I’ve got.”

“From now on, you can work and pay all the bills.”

“And what are you going to be doing?” I’m so tired of this shit.

“What’s it to you? Now order me something from the store for dinner. I’m tired of your tasteless gruel.”

I know he was only acting like this because that bitch was pregnant. If I could only get pregnant, things would get better, I’m sure of it. But it’s been months, and I still haven’t gotten there yet.

I haven’t seen her in months since she got married. Even though they’re not that far away, they might as well be on the moon because of the high walls and security gates around their place.

Little Kevin had been enrolled in a private school, which Doug and I knew nothing about because he had pretty much lost custody by now, and Rachel and her new husband weren’t sharing any information with us.

She’d gone on with her life as if we never existed. No wonder she was so graceful after the affair came to light. No doubt a bitch like her had always had Jacob waiting in the wings as her backup plan.

I’d sent him that message right after the wedding when I was too pissed to breathe, but he’d blocked me without answering. Now, I have to way of getting to them or the kids.

I feel like I’m on a runaway train that is headed for a cliff at full speed. Nothing has turned out the way I expected. I’ve known people on second marriages who had done well for themselves even after having affairs. Unless those people were putting up a front, I had made a misstep somewhere.

Doug was a high earner when we met; now we’re living off of my income, which was less than half what his was or used to be, I should say, since the bum isn’t working.

All he does is sit and drink all day, and I’m too ashamed to say or do anything because all my friends think that I’m living this great life since I bagged him. Things would’ve been good, too, if I had kept the upper hand.

But now he has something on me that could put me away for a very long time, not to mention the fact that he’s holding onto my passport, my ID, and my birth certificate along with my social security card. The bastard had pretended to need them to get a marriage license.

I was surprised days later when he did, in fact, produce one, and we went down to the courthouse to get married. Instead of a honeymoon we’d gone back to the house where he’d made me open a joint account and transfer all of my money into it.

I feel trapped, alone and isolated. He wouldn’t let me see my friends, and I couldn’t talk to anyone for more than five minutes at certain times of the night. He monitors my phone even when I’m at work, so there’s no escaping him. Even my texts are read by him, and if one of my friends says something he doesn’t like, he goes ahead and blocks them.

My family had turned their backs on me long ago, ever since the affair, in fact, so there was no help from that quarter, and none of his friends or family would give me the time of day.

There was a time when I wanted him all to myself when I’d gone out of my way to make it happen. Now, I can’t even stand to be in the same room as him.

JACOB

Those two are on the fast track to hell. It couldn’t have happened to better people. I guess I’m supposed to feel bad for the hag he left his wife and kids for, but I don’t. She knew what she was doing, so anything she gets at his hands is on her, and I make no apologies for my thoughts.

They’d both hurt my wife, and though their stupidity is what made it possible for me to have her, I won’t forgive them for that shit. I’m just sitting back and watching them slowly implode their stupid lives.

I knew all these years that the only reason he never dared lay hands on Rachel was because I had warned him once over drinks that if he ever did, they’d never find his body. Back then, I’d only known of one instance where he had hit an old girlfriend, but he had convinced me and others that it was a drunken mistake.

It was only after running into that same girl sometime later that I learned the truth, and from then on, I’d had this hole in my gut just waiting for the day he did some shit like that to her. Thankfully, it never came, but now he’s trying to find new ways to hurt her and us.

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