summary: the other woman lives in silence, in stillness, in waiting â and you do. God, you wait.
based off of the song "The Other Woman" covered by Lana but ofc the og is Nina Simone
warnings: angst, like very angsty bc i just wanted to feel something. cheating, mention of bruising from sex
wc: 478
au: so this is my first ever posted fic, be gentle if it is bad. also please let me know if i am missing any warnings
You told yourself youâd made peace with being a secret. You were fine with being the ghost that lurked in the shadows of his mind. It was a lie you told yourself until you really believed it. The other woman lives in silence, in stillness, in waiting â and you do. God, you wait.
It was easy to believe when he came over. Stack would make it feel like you were his world. Like nothing else existed outside of the swanky apartment he paid for specifically to house his misdeeds. That was until the sun would rise and he was as ephemeral as a Summer storm. You could never hold your claim on anything but the memory left behind.Â
You also try to tell yourself the lie that you hate her â Mary. Her name burns in your throat like the whiskey Stack likes to drink. But how could you hate her when youâve seen the way he talks about her when he thinks youâre not listening? How his eyes glaze with softness when he says her name in passing. How he stops calling her âmy wifeâ and starts calling her âmy girlâ when heâs drunk enough to forget you're someone else.
You learn things about her you were never supposed to know. Her favorite kind of wine, the song she hums while she cleans, the scar on her thigh he once kissed after a bar incident a few years back. You gather these things like trinkets â little heartbreaks in your jewelry box, tucked between strands of pearls he bought you after missing your birthday.
You tell yourself you are not in love. That this is just something to fill the quiet. Something to do in the in-between. But that lie only holds weight until 3 a.m., when he rolls off of you and mutters her name in his sleep. You stare at the ceiling and pretend it doesnât gut you.Â
What do you get, really? The evenings after the sun has gone down, when even the cityâs most ruthless start to tuck in. You get cold dinners, unreturned calls, and bruises that bloom like violets. He always says he doesnât mean to grab so hard.
Mary gets his mornings. She gets his coffee orders and Sunday paper runs. She gets his tired feet in her lap and his laughter over breakfast. You get his apologies. You get his guilt.
Sometimes, he says heâll leave her. Sometimes, he says youâre everything heâs ever wanted. That she doesnât understand him the way you do. That heâs never felt more alive than when heâs with you. And for a second, you believe him.
But the next morning, heâs gone before the first light hits your skin.
You stop asking him to stay. You stop asking him anything at all.
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