I am the other woman

Chapter One With trembling fingers and eyes lit by a dangerous blaze, Anna unlocked the door to the apartment she shared with Jeremiah. The lock clicked open, a small, ordinary sound that felt far too gentle for the storm raging in her chest. God save that bastard, she thought bitterly, because if he’s truly cheating, all hell is about to break loose.She took one step inside. Whatever fragile hope she had carried with her shattered instantly—replaced by heartbreak so sharp it stole her breath, by rage so violent it burned, by an urge so dark it frightened even her. The air was thick with betrayal. Clothes were scattered like discarded excuses. Laughter,the unfamiliar laughter of a lady —hung in the background, mocking her. Without pausing to think, Anna stormed down the hall and flung open Jeremiah’s bedroom door. “You f****d up bastard!”she screamed hysterically The scene before her was obscene in its carelessness. Jeremiah and another woman froze, caught mid-way, the room which was already a mess was even more revolting . For a heartbeat, silence reigned. Then Jeremiah rolled his eyes.looked at Anna not with guilt, Henot with fear—but with annoyance, as though she had interrupted a game rather than uncovered a betrayal. His arm tightened possessively around the other woman as he exhaled in irritation. “Hold on,” he groaned, voice thick with selfish impatience. “I’m almost done.” Something inside Anna broke. Her heart splintered into pieces too sharp to hold. This was the man she had sheltered when he had nothing. The man she fed, clothed, and supported while he spent his days gaming and dreaming. And now—this. With a cry torn from pure anguish, Anna grabbed the nearest gaming console and hurled it across the room. It smashed against the wall, plastic shattering. Controllers followed. The screen. The expensive headset.All the things she had bought. “You ungrateful brute!” she screamed, tears streaming freely now. “I fed you! I clothed you! I carried you when you had nothing—and this is how you repay me?” She continued, wrecking everything within reach, grief and fury fueling her strength. The room echoed with destruction. Jeremiah swore loudly. His patience snapped.Snatching up a chair, he swung without hesitation. Pain exploded behind Anna’s eyes as the blow connected. The world spun, darkened, then vanished as she crumpled to the floor, blood blooming beneath her head like a terrible flower. The other woman screamed. “Oh my God—did you kill her?” she asked, her voice shaking. Jeremiah scoffed, barely sparing Anna a glance as she lay motionless on the ground. “No,” he said coldly. “She’s fine. She’s always overly dramatic.” He pulled the other woman back toward him with a sigh. “Now stop freaking out. Let’s continue.” And as Anna lay there—bleeding, broken, and discarded—the sounds of their intimacy filled the room once more, rebounding off the walls without shame, without mercy.As though she were nothing more than an inconvenience. As though her love had never mattered at all.