Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 142664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
But she’s so cold. Even though I knew it wouldn’t work, I tried calling her number again, but of course, nothing happened. I went online to try her socials and was still blocked. I feel like I’m losing my mind here; I want to talk to her at least.
Now that she’s married I guess that means that things are over, but why can’t she just talk to me? Give me the opportunity to give my side of the story? Her actions show that she doesn’t care and never did.
I knew I wasn’t the great love of her life; she’d always been honest about that. Her dad’s affair, which led to her parents’ divorce, had scarred her. She was always truthful about that, but I knew that she loved me as much as it was possible for her to love a romantic partner.
She was easy to get along with, never made any demands, and took care of her own needs. Maybe I should’ve known then that she was a cold-hearted bitch. The way she never let anyone in other than her fucking brothers and her Mom.
I should’ve paid attention when she said her only boundary in our relationship was cheating. She was willing to forgive anything else but that. But how was I to know that she would come home early?
If she had given me half a chance to explain, I would’ve told her that the fact that she was so blasé about sex was the reason I strayed. It was no secret that I didn’t satisfy her; she never pretended I did.
But since I was her first, she didn’t know any better. I’m sure she thought that that was all there was to it. I used to think she was asexual to some degree; it would’ve been easy to talk her around because she’s always been fair. She’d have understood my point.
All I had to do was convince her that I needed fulfillment as well, that I deserved to have sexual gratification with someone who appreciated me. We were in sync in every other way. Our backgrounds were pretty much the same, solidly upper middle class.
Our families meshed well together; at least, her Mom and brothers did. She never really brought her Dad around. I should’ve realized what a monstrous bitch she was when she carried a grudge against her own father for fifteen years. Who does that?
She’s a psycho bitch. That’s why she’s doing this to me. I wasn’t even aware that I was crying and screaming until I felt snot on my face. I hate her. I want to hurt her for doing this to me. She got a fucking billionaire while all I got was the worst fuck of my life from that stupid bitch.
I knew Lacey was jealous of Alyssa; it was easy to tell. Every time those two were in the same room together, it was plain to see because Lacey wasn’t very good at hiding her inner feelings. Alyssa never seemed to notice, though the two of them weren’t that close.
I picked up on it easily enough, so that’s why when she made a play for me, I went with it. I knew she was only trying to get back at Alyssa for whatever reason, but I didn’t care. Someone else wanted me and though Lacey is not on Alyssa’s level in any way, I still got a high from the whole situation.
It was an even bigger turn-on doing it in our bed, something we’d been doing for months behind her back. She never knew, never suspected, or maybe she just never cared. I’ll never know, though, because the cold bitch hasn’t spoken to me once since that night.
I’d been too chicken to go back to her house since the one time I built up the courage to drive by her brothers’ cars were in the driveway and on the street in front of the house.
I knew I risked getting beaten up if I went to the door, and I didn’t want to risk being seen, so I never tried again. Lacey has been calling me nonstop and her crazy was escalating as well. Her last call, which had been left in my voicemail, was a bit deranged.
She seemed to think that I wanted to be in a relationship with her, which was never my intent. I thought she knew since I was going ahead with the wedding, that Alyssa was the one I wanted. She’d even joked about us doing it on my wedding night after I snuck away from my new bride.
Back then, it sounded like fun, but now I’m left with this nasty feeling in the pit of my stomach and no way of getting beyond it because Alyssa wouldn’t even give me a chance to explain or apologize. How could someone be this fucking inhuman?