Todos los capítulos de The Affair Revenge My Bestfriend's Husband Offered Me: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

My fifth wedding anniversary was the day I learned my husband had never stopped loving her.The realization didn't come all at once. It came in pieces—a wrong number that wasn't wrong, a late night at the office that wasn't work, a name that slipped out when he thought I was asleep.Jovi.I'd spent five years pretending that name didn't live between us. Five years being the good wife. The understanding one. The one who waited while he mourned her, married me, and never quite arrived.I'd spent seven years knowing her husband too. The one she left Zane for. Vance Blackwood. I stood beside her at their wedding, watched her marry a man who looked at her like she was a transaction, not a person. I thought she was lucky—rich, secure, settled.I didn't know then that lucky could feel like drowning.This morning, I'd passed him in the lobby of Astera Spire. New transfer to my department. New boss. He nodded once. I nodded back. Professional. Distant. Two people connected only by the woman we'

Twelve minutes. I made it in eleven.The boardroom was a powerful space. Huge windows looked out over the whole city. Seven men in very expensive suits sat around a big, shiny table. Harrington, with white hair and sharp eyes, sat at the head. Vance stood at the other end, back to the light.All talking stopped when I walked in. Everyone looked at me—a woman in yesterday's wrinkled clothes with smudged makeup, walking into their space. I could see them writing me off before I even spoke."Gentlemen," Vance said, his voice cutting the silence. "This is Nerissa Sullivan, my lead data strategist. She runs our European analytics. She will explain what the Zenith proposal is missing."He didn't call me a data analyst. He made up a better title on the spot, giving me authority I didn't officially have. It was support. And a challenge.Harrington's bushy eyebrows went up. "We're short on time, Blackwood. We've seen the cost projections. They're too high."I didn't wait for Vance. I walked to

The next morning, the email went out at 9 AM.Subject: Leadership AnnouncementPlease join me in congratulating Nerissa Sullivan on her promotion to Vice President of Strategic Operations...My inbox exploded within minutes. Congratulations from people who'd never spoken to me. Questions from colleagues. A calendar invite from HR for a "transition meeting."At 9:15, my phone buzzed. Not a call. A text.Zane: I heard you're getting promoted. We need to talk. Call me.I stared at the message. A cold trickle of understanding dripped down my spine.I heard.The announcement was 15 minutes old. It was internal. For Astera employees only.Zane didn't work here. He had no friends here. He wouldn't be on any industry mailing lists that would get this news this fast.There was only one person who would have seen this email immediately and had a reason to run to tell him. One person with a vested, panicked interest in making him question my sudden rise.Jovi.She had eyes here. Someone was feedi

Jovi stood at the entrance, poised and radiant in a pale gold gown. She was not alone.On her arm, wearing a tuxedo he hadn’t worn since our wedding, was Zane.Vance went still beside Nerissa. His voice was low, barely a breath against her ear.“Does his presence here compromise our position?”Her eyes stayed fixed on the Harringtons, her face a mask of perfect composure. But her knuckles, wrapped around the champagne flute, were bloodless white.The answer, whatever it was, would be whatever best served the alliance.“No,” she said, her voice steady. “It changes nothing.”“Good.”She could feel his palm on her back put a slight pressure as to ground her... or his self, in this current chaos they had to face.Across the room, Jovi began to move through the crowd, Zane stiff beside her, coming straight toward them.“Is that… Nerissa?”Jovi’s voice was barely a whisper, but Zane heard the tremor in it. He didn’t answer. He couldn’t. His eyes were locked on his wife. Vance Blackwood stoo

The numbers on the screen bled together into a grey fog. She blinked, hard, trying to force her eyes to focus. Her desk clock read 9:17 PM. The executive floor was a tomb, so quiet she could hear the faint whir of her own laptop fan.This office, her shiny new prize, felt like a glass box suspended over the city. She’d stopped answering her phone. Mom’s worried voicemails piled up. Zane’s pleading texts were little red notifications she swiped away without reading. The only thing that felt real was the Harrington project data. It was clean. It was logical. It didn’t lie or love someone else.A dull ache had been brewing in her lower back for hours. She’d ignored it. She blamed the chair, the stress, the sheer exhaustion of holding herself upright in a world that had cracked open. She pushed back from the desk to stand and a wave of dizziness hit her so violently the floor seemed to tilt. She grabbed the edge of the desk, her fingers digging into the wood.You just need food, she told