All Chapters of The Affair Revenge My Bestfriend's Husband Offered Me: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

----------Two Years Later---------The water was clear and warm, a deep turquoise that stretched to the horizon. Beneath the surface, a different world pulsed with color—coral the shade of sunset, fish like scattered jewels, sea fans swaying in the current.Nerissa adjusted her mask and kicked downward. Beside her, Sam held a mesh bag of coral fragments—tiny broken pieces harvested from their underwater nursery. This was his project: restoring the reef, one fragment at a time. He had designed the artificial structures himself, wood frames seeded with living coral, anchored to the seabed.A few meters away, Leo worked on a separate task. He

 The village sat at the edge of a mountain ridge, where the morning mist rolled in thick enough to taste. For generations, the people here had walked two hours to a dirty stream. The children learned to carry water before they learned to write their names. The elderly rationed every drop. No longer. Vance stood at the base of a fifteen-foot wind turbine, watching a seventeen-year-old boy make the final adjustments. The boy's name was I Nyoman. He was small for his age, with sun-baked skin and hands that moved with the certainty of someone who had been building things his whole life. The turbine was simple. A fan, a frame of plastic pipes and iron rods, a compressor, and a series of copper tubes. When the wind turned the blades, a blower direct

The front door opened. Leo stepped in, still towel-drying his hair from an early morning swim. He lived in a small cottage down the road—close enough to be there when needed, far enough to give them space. He had been staying there since Nerissa returned, trading his city life for the sea breeze and the sound of waves. He took one look at Nerissa's face and said nothing. He simply held out his hand to Maya. "Ready to see the new drawing supplies, munchkin?" Maya grabbed his hand. "Can we stop at the tide pools after?" "We'll see." She skipped toward the door, already chattering about starfish and hermit crabs. Leo followed. At the threshold, he paused. He looked back at Nerissa. "You okay?" She nodded. "Fine." He didn't believe her. But he didn't push. He left. The door closed. Evelyn turned back to the stove. For a long moment, neither woman spoke. Then Evelyn said, quietly

"Horizon Global founder Vance Blackwood on sustainable energy, family estrangement, and why he refuses to slow down." Nerissa read the title again. The byline was from a journalist she did not recognize. The photographs showed Vance at various sites: standing beside a wind turbine, crouching next to a solar panel, shaking hands with an elderly woman in a remote village. Nerissa read the content of the article slowly. Twenty-two projects across six countries. A staff of thirty-one. Partnerships with local communities, not corporate overlords. A fortune rebuilt from nothing. The journalist had asked more about his father. Vance had declined to comment. He had asked about his marriage—his divorce—and Vance had said only: "That chapter is closed." And then, at the very end: "When asked if he had any regrets, Blackwood was silent for a long moment. Then he said: 'Only one. But I have learned to live with it.'" Nerissa set the phone down. Her hands were shaking. She knew what his

The afternoon sun hung low over the water, casting golden light across the beach. The meeting had gone well—better than Nerissa had dared to hope. Priya Sharma had taken detailed notes, nodding at the right moments. Daniel Cross had asked sharp questions, but his tone was respectful, even warm. Now the group walked along the shoreline, the soft crunch of sand beneath their feet the only sound. Sam carried Maya on his shoulders, her small hands gripping his hair. Leo walked beside Priya, explaining the recycling facility's expansion plans. Nerissa trailed slightly behind, her arms crossed, her eyes on the horizon. She had been quiet since the meeting ended. Professional, polite, but distant. Daniel glanced at his watch. "The light is beautiful this time of day. You're fortunate to work here." "It helps," Nerissa said, "on the days when the coral dies and the plastic keeps coming."