I Was the Other Woman—but I Still Feel Sorrier for Myself Than for Her
I was the other woman. I met Noah* at a popular club one night as I was winding down from a stressful week of college. From the very moment our eyes locked across the room, a chemical attraction came over me. Dark and soulful, his gaze woke something up in me that I didn’t know […]
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