ログイン“So, is it just Ava you enjoy fucking or people’s wives in general?” Xander sat across from Ava and Tristan, a glass of whiskey in hand, looking far too calm for a man who’d invited his wife’s lover to dinner. His smile was too easy, his tone smooth.He didn’t wait for Tristan’s response as his stunned gaze gave him all the reaction he needed.“To new beginnings,” he said, raising his glass.Ava forced a smile, the stem of her glass slippery between her fingers. “To… honesty.”Tristan’s smirk was faint but knowing. He clinked his glass against hers, eyes never leaving her face.The wine bar was too perfect. Dim amber lights, low music, the hum of laughter from other tables— all of it designed to make people lower their guard.“Nice place,” Tristan said, adjusting his cuff as the waiter poured wine. His voice was steady, but his eyes darted briefly to Ava’s before settling on the table.Xander smiled too easily. “I thought you’d like it. We seem to have similar tastes.”Ava’s fork pau
The conversations at the dinner table still echoed in her ears long after the dinner table was cleared.The candlelight had died, the air thick with spoken and unspoken truths.Xander was unbuttoning his shirt in the bedroom when she finally spoke. “What the hell was that?”He glanced up, calm as ever. “Dinner?”“Don’t do that,” she said sharply. “Don’t play dumb. You invited Tristan, you talked about exploring. What the hell is going on with you?”Xander didn’t flinch. He sat on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, looking up at her with unnerving composure.“I’m trying to understand you, Ava.”“Understand me?” she repeated, incredulous. “By humiliating me in front of him?”“I didn’t humiliate you.” His tone was quiet, almost tender. “I gave you freedom. The thing you’ve been craving, even if you won’t admit it.”“Freedom?” She blinked. “I know I have wronged you, I have distasteful things but you have no right to go this far. Are you trying to punish me?”He stood and took a s
The silence in her office could have cracked glass.Ava stood frozen, her nerves raw from Tristan’s heat and Xanders unexpected visit. Tristan’s hand dropped from her arm as Xander’s cold but calm gaze swept the room, assessing them both. “Am I interrupting something?” Xander asked, his tone light, but his eyes never left hers.Ava found her voice. “I… I was just talking to Tristan about the campaign report.”Tristan cleared his throat. “Yes. We were reviewing the…”“Good,” Xander said smoothly, cutting him off. “That’s actually what I came here about.”He stepped farther into the office, his presence filling the space. The scent of his cologne taking over the room, made her stomach twist.“I wanted to thank you, Tristan,” Xander continued. “You’ve been helping my wife a lot lately, haven’t you?”Tristan smiled, measured. “I try to be of use.”“Of course you do,” Xander murmured. “That’s why I’d like to have you over for dinner. Tomorrow night.”Ava’s heart lurched. “Dinner?”“Yes.”
The clinking of cutlery echoed long after Xander was gone.Ava sat there, alone at the table, staring at the empty chair across from her. Her reflection trembled in the untouched wine glass, mascara streaking down her cheeks. The waiter came by twice. Once to ask if she was done, and again to quietly set the bill down. She didn’t move.When she finally stood, the room tilted. Her legs felt weak. The air outside was cool and biting, smelling of rain.He didn’t come home that night.His side of the bed remained untouched— the sheets were cold, pillow empty. She lay awake till dawn, the silence— a loud noise in her head, her mind circling around his face at the restaurant— calm, almost gentle, before everything shattered.By morning, she was running on fumes. She put on her suit like armor, painted her face with precision, and went to work. The only place she had everything under control, or so she thought. ****TMP’s offices buzzed with murmurs and quiet unease. People talked in whi
He didn’t raise his voice— he didn’t need to. “How long have you been fucking him?”****The restaurant was beautiful in that deliberately understated way. Candlelight flickering across white linen, soft music floating from unseen speakers, a faint scent of rosemary and seared butter hanging in the air.Ava sat across from Xander, her palms pressed together under the table. It was her favorite place.. their place— where he’d once asked her to marry him. The nostalgia should’ve comforted her, but instead, it pressed like a weight against her ribs.He looked calm. Too calm. A light gray shirt, sleeves rolled, his watch glinting under the dim light.When he smiled at her, it was warm enough to make her want to believe that everything was fine, but deep down she felt it, Xander was up to something but she didn’t know what.“Wine?” he asked, raising the bottle.She nodded, forcing a small smile. “Sure.”He poured for both of them, steady, unhurried.“So,” she said, trying to sound casual
The morning at Xander and Ava’s home was quiet, too quiet.Xander stood in the kitchen, staring at the coffee dripping into his cup, watching the steam rise and fade. Every movement he made felt mechanical. The flick of a switch, the scrape of a chair, the sound of Ava’s soft footsteps upstairs. He knew she’d be down in the kitchen with him very soon but he didn’t want to face her just yet. She came down a few minutes later, her hair tied up, face bare but beautiful in that effortless way he’d always loved.“Good Morning,” she said carefully.He looked up, smiled gently, almost convincing. “Morning.”No accusation. No tension. Just calm. It unsettled her more than a fight ever could.They ate breakfast in silence. When she reached for her phone, his gaze flicked there for only a moment— just long enough for him to take in the new lock pattern, the rhythm of her touch on the screen— a tiny, practiced movement she didn’t catch.She excused herself to grab her bag from the bedroom, lea







