Theotherwoman Stories

Is cheating always meant to be physical? What if he emotionally betrays you? But what do you call it when your husband shares his dreams, emotions, victories, and time with another woman... slowly forgets that you even exist? (Short story)

When Layla discovers a message meant for someone else - a confession wrapped in perfume and betrayal - her world shatters. The man she loved gave his heart to another. As the lies unravel, so does the version of love she thought was real. A story of secrets, heartbreak, and the painful question that lingers: Was I not enough?

you thought you were the only one.

❝. . . 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗮𝗶𝗹𝘀 🦢₊˚.༄ ೃ - in which 𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐲 rates your account .ᐟ .ᐟ © 4UDR3YYUH

When Larley and Teddy meet one eventful night in boarding school, there is an instant connection between the two. Their love is so pure and beautiful it's almost unreal. When a once in lifetime opportunity knocks on Larley's door she has to take it and leave the love of her life. After pursuing her dreams and doing well for herself, Larley returns to her home country Ghana to be with Teddy. In her mind, they are going to have forever just like they had both dreamed of but gets the surprise of her life upon arrival. What was once love becomes an obsession and Larley will stop at nothing to have the forever that she came back to have.

this story is not about a nerd who falls for a jock, who in return loves her. No this is much more realistic. This is story about how in the end school doesn't prepare you for shit. It doesn't teach you how not to think about someone, who doesn't spend one minute thinking of you. It doesn't teach you how to not fantasize about what it would be like to hold their hand or kiss their lips. It doesn't teach you how to stop your self from crawling into a bed with a guy just for the sake of "Maybe he'll love me now". But I mean who cares as long as I can recite the Pythagorean theorem in my sleep? Or know what the hell some dead guy meant when he wrote an old ass poem? Or know what the fuck happened in World War I ? The past is the fucking past for a reason, it doesn't contribute to our futures. School didn't teach how to stop my self from loving you.

This is a work of fiction. Names, places, events, and any other circumstances mentioned in this story is written in a fictional manner or are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual names (living or non-living), places, and events, are pure coincidental. Thank you. All rights reserved. ------- Melissa. Despite the fact that she's married to Calvin, she's never been his woman. ------ lxrrxine_

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A collection of thoughts and feelings about a first love, who I longed for and waited for, but who left and slowly broke my heart.

-"Someone told me stay away from things that aren't yours, but was he yours if he wanted me so bad?"

Short reflection piece xx Always open to conversation + talking about the topics that I primarily write about

It is said that Love finds us all, that we'll all find our person, our soul mate, twin flame, other half. This is depicted in stories, movies, love songs but what happens to the other woman. What will we see when the perspective shifts from the love story at hand to the heartbreak of the other woman.

A poem I wrote last year what I found about a guy who I loved. It is mainly just multiple of song lyrics and my own words mixed. (Warning, this was in an obsessive stage.)

this is a joke please dont tske this seriously

sometimes ares feels like a boy i could love, like really love. then other times he feels like a total fucking stranger. ❥ ares ❥ zyta ❥ mateo ❥ orion ❥ aria ❥ karen ❥ meredith ❥ serenity ❥ pritha ❥ thea

Yasmin Halevi -The quiet sanctuary in his storm, a harbor of warmth never called home. She moves like a ghost between worlds - neither here nor there, a fleeting presence in a life already claimed. Yasmin isn't just the other woman; she's the silent ache beneath the surface, the thorn wrapped in velvet, the breath caught in a lover's hesitation. With eyes that hold storms and a smile that hides broken promises, Yasmin dances on the edge of what's forbidden and what's inevitable. She's not the villain, nor the savior - just a quiet force, tangled in the wild vines of desire and regret. In the chapters of a love that isn't hers to keep, Yasmin Halevi is the beautiful, heartbreaking secret no one dares speak aloud.

It's about the song "the other Woman" by Lanna Del ray and it's a story about me and My life

a girl that left alone by a man that is gay

a bunch of poems of whatever crosses my mind (Support a 14yo poet so I Don't Have to give up on my dreams)

Letter of appreciation for the love my daughter receives from you Stepmom