บททั้งหมดของ The Affair Revenge My Bestfriend's Husband Offered Me: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

The apartment was quiet. The city glowed through the windows.Vance sat on the couch, his hands resting on his knees, his back straight. He looked out of place in the soft light of the Aerie—still in his suit, tie loosened, sleeves rolled up.Nerissa stood in the kitchen. Her back was to him. She poured water into a kettle. Set it on the stove. The flame flickered blue. She watched it for a moment, then opened a cabinet, pulled out two mugs, and set them on the counter.She could feel his eyes on her.She did not turn.The water boiled. She poured it over tea bags. The steam rose, warm against her face. She carried the mugs to the couch, set one on the table in front of him, and sat on the far end of the couch, leaving a cushion between them.He watched her settle. She tucked her feet under her. Wrapped her hands around her mug.She did not look at him."What is your plan?" she asked. "About Project Horizon."He was quiet for a moment. Then: "Ashworth signed the preliminary agreement.

Vance did not stop kissing her. His hands slid from her face to her shoulders, down her arms, then to her waist. He lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around him as he carried her the few steps to the kitchen table.He set her down on the edge. The wood was cool beneath her. She did not care.He pulled her closer, his hand cupping the back of her head, his fingers threading through her hair. The kiss deepened. Slower at first, then hungrier. Her fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him toward her.His hand wandered. Down her jaw. Along her arm. To her back, pressing her against him. Then lower. To her thigh. Her skin was warm beneath his palm.She gasped against his mouth.He did not stop.She did not want him to.His fingers traced the edge of her shirt, slipping beneath the fabric. Her breath hitched. She pulled him closer, her nails grazing his neck.The morning light grew brighter.The kettle was cold.Neither noticed as their kiss deepened to their morning

The apartment was dark.Zane sat on the couch, the divorce papers long gone. Signed. Filed. Finished. The space where they had once lived together was now just walls and furniture. No photos. No notes on the fridge. No sound of her footsteps.He had not eaten. He had not slept. He had just sat there, staring at nothing, for hours.His phone buzzed. He did not look. He knew it was Jovi. She had called seven times since he walked away from her in her father's hallway. He had not answered. He would not answer.He thought about Nerissa. About the way she had looked at him in the lawyer's office. Not angry. Not sad. Just... done. He thought about the life they had built. The mornings in the kitchen. The late nights watching a movie side by side. The way she used to laugh at his bad jokes.He thought about Jovi. About her tears. About her hand pressed against her stomach. About her father's voice: Keep it a secret in your womb.He thought about the baby. His child. Growing inside a woman he

Saturday morning arrived clear and cold.Vance picked her up at six. The black SUV was warm. Coffee waited in the cup holder. Two cups. One black. One with cream and sugar.She slid into the passenger seat."Hey" he greeted her with a smile."Hey""Did you sleep well without me?" he teased her lightly.She shook her head and smile."I slept better, thanks. Now let's go Mr Blackwood" she called him formally but there is a playful pitch in it."Oh, can't I even say good morning?" he continued.She rolled her eyes then give a slight short peck on his cheeck."Good morning. Now let's go. The day wouldn't wait us."He was stunned with the sudden peck but he beamed immediately. He turn on the radio and start to drove away.The city faded behind them. Highways turned to smaller roads. Smaller roads turned to gravel. The landscape changed. Forests. Hills. Open sky.She watched the world transform through the window.He kept his eyes on the road.They did not speak. The silence was not uncomfo

Vance's words hung in the air.So yeah, I love you...Nerissa did not speak. Her breath was shallow. Her chest was tight. The silence stretched between them, heavy and fragile. She could feel her own heartbeat in her throat. Her hands were cold. She pressed them against her sides to keep them from shaking.He waited. His eyes did not leave her face. His own hands hung at his sides, fingers curled slightly, ready to reach for her but not moving. He was afraid. She could see it. The tension in his jaw. The way his chest rose and fell too quickly.Finally, she spoke. Her voice was barely a whisper."Why?"He blinked. His throat moved as he swallowed."You ask me why." His voice was low, rough. His gaze focus on her. "Maybe because you do not trust my feeling. Or maybe because you are trying to find a reason to rationalize my love for you."He paused. His hand lifted, hovered near her arm, then dropped. He could not bring himself to touch her. Not yet."But Nerissa, I do not know why eith