Melomiri

The Other Woman

Language: en

The first time I stayed overnight at my boyfriend's apartment, his ex-girlfriend suddenly barged into the bedroom in the middle of the night. I could distinctly feel his body stiffen against mine. The room fell into a deathly silence. "Ethan," she choked out, her voice so hoarse it was barely recognizable. Yet he acted as if nothing happened, pinning my wrists down and continuing to kiss me, languidly.

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