Semua Bab DANGEROUS AFFAIRS WITH MY LATE SISTER'S HUSBAND : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Clause's POV I didn’t cry at my sister’s funeral. I was too focused on the man she left behind. Everyone thought I was numb with grief. I didn’t correct them. I let them believe the silence, the blank stares, and the occasional slow blink were symptoms of loss. I even nodded when someone squeezed my shoulder, whispered, “She was so full of life,” or “She loved you both so much.” But the truth was ugly. Buried. Shameful. Because deep inside, I wasn’t grieving her, I was obsessing over him. Gary. Her husband. The man I had secretly wanted since the moment I realized I could want. He was everything I wasn’t supposed to desire. Tall, confident in a quiet way, always so damn composed. Even now, dressed in a black tailored suit with the tie undone and his jaw covered in days-old stubble, he looked like something carved out of regret and raw masculinity. His pain had deepened his presence. The grief clung to him like a second skin, making him even more magnetic. And I hated myself for

Gary’s POVThe place was dim, drenched in a red glow that clung to the velvet walls like a secret. It smelled of perfume, musk, and quiet desperation. I wasn’t supposed to be here. Not tonight. Not ever.My father thought I was out with some senator’s daughter, another blind date in a line of many. He wanted me married off quickly. As if a wedding ring could fix grief, as if a wife could replace what I had lost. What I was losing.But I couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t stand another fake smile. Another shallow conversation where I pretended to be okay. So I came here, to the one place where I could lose myself without being judged.I didn’t want sex. I wanted something simple. Intimate. Real.So when they told me about the private room. No talking, no sex, just kissing, I agreed. It sounded stupid at first. A room where two people just kissed? But I was desperate for something that felt honest. Something human.I stepped in expecting a woman. Maybe blonde. Maybe soft-spoken.But t

Clause's POVAlvin sat across from me, swirling the ice cubes in his whiskey glass. We were tucked away in a dim booth at our usual spot, a cigar lounge styled with black marble and leather seats, the kind of place where billionaires whispered secrets under the hum of jazz.It had been a while since we had time to catch up. Ever since my sister's funeral, everything had been heavy. Alvin had been surprisingly supportive, checking in, hanging around me like a younger brother would. We never spoke about her for too long, but sometimes her name slipped into the conversation like a shadow.“So…” Alvin leaned forward, voice low. “How have you really been holding up? After… everything.”I stared into my glass for a beat too long. “I’m coping,” I said. “Trying to, at least. Some days are harder than others. But I’m still breathing, so that’s a win.”He nodded slowly, then laughed quietly. “That’s such a Clause answer. Stoic as ever.”I gave a half-smile, but my chest tightened. If only he kn

Clause’s POVThe silence in the room pressed down like fog, thick and choking. Alvin still stood with his phone clutched in his hand like a weapon, but the fire in his eyes had started to flicker. Not gone, but confused, raw, desperate for footing.Gary’s hand stayed wrapped around mine. Steady and warm. And I didn’t let go, I couldn't.Alvin’s breathing was uneven. His eyes darted between us, as if expecting us to pull apart. To laugh. To say it was all a prank. But we didn’t, no one moved.Finally, Alvin laughed. But it wasn’t real. It was hollow and sharp, like glass cracking under pressure. “This is a joke, right? You’re messing with me. Both of you.”Gary’s voice was calm, too calm. “No, Alvin. We’re not.”Alvin’s eyes narrowed. “So what, you’re in love now? You and Clause? My best friend?”“I didn’t plan for this to happen,” Gary said. “We didn’t.”“And that makes it better?” Alvin’s voice rose. “You think just because you didn’t plan it, it’s okay? Clause, my own best friend? M

Clause’s POVAlvin hadn’t called again since that day.He hadn’t texted either.But silence can be louder than shouting.Gary and I both knew it. That kind of silence was filled with weight. The weight of judgment, the weight of confusion, and most of all, the weight of choice. Alvin was choosing to stay away, and while a part of me was grateful for the space, another part couldn’t help but worry what that silence might be building into.We pretended it was peace.But deep down, we both knew it wasn’t.Still, we tried to breathe, tried to live and tried to take it day by day.At work, things were as normal as they could be. Meetings. Reports. Conference calls. Fake smiles. The board didn’t know anything yet and hopefully, it would stay that way. Business needed calm, not scandal. And with Jefferson-Tech trying to maintain its partnership with Smith Corporation, the last thing we needed was a whisper about a scandalous affair.Gary stayed out of the spotlight. He avoided public events,