The Other Woman

First Sightings

April 29th - 2005

Looking up at the screen in front of me left me feeling completely foolish. How had I been so naive? I'm stupid! I was just so in love that it blinded me from the real truth, the truth of him and her. There was always that feeling, that sense of an affair happening without me knowing. Of course, he denied it. He denied all of it. Constantly being questions and having to lie, he probably began believing it. But to not tell me the truth when I asked, when I begged him to just be honest? That, that's what really felt like a punch in the stomach. Or, the fact that he was sleeping with a woman he knew I didn't like, who I had met, who smiled and spoke to me, all the while kissing him behind closed doors, sleeping with him. It was one thing for him to lie and cheat, because it's obvious he wouldn't tell me the truth being my husband. But she had no loyalties to me, so why be so fake? Why tell me that I had the most desirable relationship?! Just... why?

After a full day of being on a call to my lawyer, organising a meeting with him... I wondered why it was so hard to come in touch with him. He had never been difficult when it came to handling the divorce stuff, he was actually very easy. Every time he would see me he would always say that he would do everything to make this easier for me. So I was obviously confused as to why he couldn't come to a meeting anytime this week. Then, when I hit the power button on for the tv and his face, hers and her kids face popped up on the screen... I knew exactly why. He was vacationing with the woman he had been having an affair on me with. It was clear to me now... the affair wasn't just speculation, it was the truth. All the gossip, all the lies... everything, it was real.

At this point I'd expect myself to be crying, that was such a normal thing for me, even when I received good news. I guess the shock hasn't quite worn off yet and I'm still trying to wrap my head around it. Any second from now, I knew that my phone would begin ringing, call after call from my friends, family, managers... I just wasn't ready to answer. When the first call rung once, I grabbed my cellphone and switched it off, then done so with my house phone. My computer that was in my work room, that would be filling up with emails and people questioning me.

Still not processed I decided on making a coffee, taking it outside to my patio that faced onto the beach.

It was really quiet here, and the beach was private. Of course paps still lurked around when I left the house, but I felt safe enough here. When I realised my relationship with my husband would never be resolved, I began house searching. Not a forever house, just somewhere I could call home for a while. It's a beautiful little bungalow in Malibu that faces the ocean. I owned a home with my ex here, which he got the rights to, and I loved visiting often. Being here felt like a new beginning for myself. I knew soon enough here would be swarmed with people wanting to catch a glimpse of me, so I had to be quick with my coffee and realisation of what I had just seen.

I pull out a cigarette from the packet on the table beside me, putting it between my lips and inhaling as I held a light to the tip. Putting the lighter and packet back down with one hand, I took the cigarette from my lips with my other, blowing the smoke out the side of my mouth. I held my index finger and thumb on the bridge of my nose, taking a deep breath and exhaling shakily.

This was really real.

My heart rate quickened as I tried to wash it down with a coffee and cigarette, but everything felt like it was about to just spew up. A single tear ran down my cheek as I stood up, leaning against the glass and wooden patio railing, smoking until it was finished. I stubbed it out on the ashtray on the table beside the outdoor furniture before deciding to go back inside. I could hear the chopping of a helicopter in the distance, so I locked up the house and closed over all the curtains. It felt so dark with all the light out too, but I didn't have anything else to do with my day but sleep.

I knew that if I stayed home all week, sleeping and crying about this I would look like a fool to everyone. Letting my ex and his new woman make me feel like shit? Why should I be the one hiding? They're the ones who should be staying at home, ashamed of themselves for letting this happen... not me. It's going to be stupid, and I know it could erupt in my face... but if I spent just a little bit of time out the house tomorrow, I could prove to everyone I'm not dependent on a man. If he can move on so easily, then so can I and why should anyone disagree and say anything different. He should be feeling like shit, not me.

And if he doesn't feel like shit from this, I sure will do what I can to make him feel worse.

A/N
New Book Release!!

So happy to finally be posting this story I've thought about doing for quite some time now. I began writing a sort of Brennifer book a while back, but I've grown to hate it so as you may already know, that's gone. The previous ones ending wouldn't be very happy for Jen and Brad, so I created this story in the hopes that I could give you a LITTLE peace of mind, (take on board I do like to be a bit of an asshole with happy endings🤣). If you're a Javid fan hoping this'll take a turn like the other book, pleaseeee don't! I really want to focus on these two since I never do! So if you really dislike them and don't want to read, totally up to you !❤️❤️

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