Semua Bab DANGEROUS AFFAIRS WITH MY LATE SISTER'S HUSBAND : Bab 1 - Bab 5

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