Review: Forged

Forged by Natasha Thomas

My rating: 3 of 5 stars







UPDATE: 2018
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In my opinion he must have cheated, otherwise he would demand a DNA test as soon as Club Whore accused him of the boy's paternity.
He accepted easily and began to split between his family and the one he created with the other woman.
All very suspicious.
Our heroine should have required a paternity test and kicked his ass out of the house. After all, according to scenes from the previous books, he spent days without returning home and came with the scent of cheap perfume from the whores. And, according to scenes from previous books, he got his dick hard for them.
Drama, drama and more drama.
Another doormat that accepts everything and forgives everything easily.

Tobias ‘Saint’ Phillips ==> CHEATER IMO <== book Broken (Devil's Spawn MC, #5)
Stacey one of the club whores climbs on to my lap where I’m sitting at the bar and starts purring in my ear. “You’ve got fifteen minutes before you have to be in church, I can take care of that for you first if you want,” she says squeezing my semi-hard cock firmly.

wish I had time to take her up on her offer though. A blow job from a woman who can deep throat all the way down to the base of my shaft sounds fucking phenomenal.

I didn’t make it home for three days after Liam’s patch party, but that’s a story for another time.

Three miserable fucking years.

No, the double life I’ve been leading started when I cheated on my wife. But not only did I cheat on her and in turn disrespect our marriage is, but I did it in a way that I’d never be able to deny it. Why? Because I’ve got a son to another woman too.

The fact Stacey had my boy in the same hospital while Tilly was still recovering after having Nevie didn’t help me hide it, but Tilly knew long before that, so was a moot point.

“I already know, Saint. I know it all. Every single heart destroying detail.”

“But divorce would be too easy to, wouldn’t it? It would wrap things up in a neat little package for you. It would leave you free to make a nice new family with the home wrecking slut that thought it was a good idea to fuck my husband for the past eight months,” she says sneering.

At first, Saint called me daily, several times a day actually, but over the months that followed it dwindled down to only occasional calls. When it further deteriorated to sporadic text messages here and there, if any at all, that was when I knew I didn’t need to wonder anymore.

About three months ago, when he started coming home later than he was expected by hours, I came to the realization I couldn’t keep doing this.

“I’m not sure what your idea of good is, but fucking another woman at least twice a week, is not good, Saint. Not even close. I’ve put up with this for years. You not coming home, leaving in the middle of the night when you don’t think I’ll notice. I’ve shared you for God’s sake. I’ve shared my husband for nearly three years, and I’ve finally realized that if this keeps going, it’s on me. That I’ll need to take responsibility for it not you, and I don’t want that for myself, Saint. But I especially don’t want any of this for the girls.”

“Well if my wife,” he says with exaggeration on the word wife, “was fucking opening her legs, I wouldn’t be going elsewhere would I?” He enquires all but baring his teeth at me.

I’m done being put second. I’m done having to fight for scraps of the man that should have been mine, and only mine. I’m just done.

It doesn’t make a difference that I’m not actually fucking Stacey, it’s still a betrayal to Tilly and everything our marriage stands for.

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