All Chapters of The Affair Revenge My Bestfriend's Husband Offered Me: Chapter 11 - Chapter 16

The ride home was silent. Zane drove with both hands clenched on the wheel. He kept looking over at Nerissa, his eyes red and worried. She stared out her window. The city lights slid past, not really reaching her. The pain in her body was a steady, deep ache. But the feeling in her chest was worse. Empty. Like everything inside her had been scraped out.Meanwhile on the other side of the city, Vance’s car was quiet and cold. He drove without a word, his face hard in the dashboard light. The quiet between him and Jovi was different tonight. It was heavy, filled with what we had all just seen and heard.Jovi sat in the passenger seat. The printed sonogram was in her hand. She looked at her husband. She knew all his silences. The angry one. The bored one. The one where he was thinking about work.This was new.His shoulders were tight, like he was carrying something heavy. His jaw was clenched. But it was his eyes. They were looking at the road, but they seemed far away. He was seeing th

Zane stood in the doorway of her office, breathing hard like he’d run here. He was wearing jeans and a wrinkled t-shirt under his open coat. He looked completely out of place against the clean glass and sharp lines of her workspace.Her first feeling was a hot flash of violation. This was her space. Her new ground. He didn’t belong here.“We need to talk,” he said again. He shut the door behind him, the click too loud.She didn’t stand up. She leaned back in her chair, making space between them.“How did you get up here?” Her voice was calm. Cold.“I told the woman at the front desk I was your husband. That it was a family emergency.” He ran a hand through his hair, making it messier. “Nerissa, it’s Jovi.”Of course it was. Her stomach tightened, but not with hurt. With irritation.“What about her?”“She’s… she’s not doing well. After the hospital. She’s scared. Really scared.” He took a step closer to her desk. His eyes were pleading. “She thinks you hate her. She thinks he’s going t

Three days after I put the contract in front of Zane, a courier delivered a sealed envelope to my office. Inside was a single sheet of paper. The signed signature page. Zane’s familiar, loose handwriting was at the bottom.He had taken the deal.I filed the paper without feeling anything. It wasn’t a win. It was a step in a plan.That evening, I was in my apartment, trying to eat some toast I didn’t want, when my phone rang on the counter. The screen lit up with a name I knew by heart, a name I hadn’t seen call me in weeks: JOVI.I stared at it. The last time she called me, we were planning a birthday party for Zane. I let it ring three times, then swiped to answer. I didn’t say anything.“I hope you’re happy.” Her voice was quiet, but it vibrated with a clean, cold anger I’d never heard from her before. The sweet, breathy tone was gone.“You boxed him in. You knew he couldn’t say no after I put my name on the line for him.”“It was a standard project contract,” I said, my voice flat.