All Chapters of The Affair Revenge My Bestfriend's Husband Offered Me: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

He started opening cabinets. He was looking for something."Where's your rice?""I don't know.""You don't know?""I've never looked."He opened another cabinet. Empty. Another. Empty.He opened the pantry. Nothing. No rice. No oil. No salt. No soy sauce. No pepper. No plates arranged. Everything was random."You bought groceries," he said slowly. "But you don't actually know what a kitchen needs."She was quiet."...No."He looked at her. She looked away."Mrs. Ashworth.""What?""When did you last cook?"She was quiet for a moment."...Never.""Never?""Mrs. Lu always cooked for me. I never needed to learn.""So you've never actually prepared a meal in your own kitchen.""...No."Sam stared at her. Then he laughed. It wasn't mocking. It was warm. Disbelieving, but warm."Mrs Ashworth. You've been living alone for months. And you've never cooked.""I've been busy.""Too busy to eat?""I ordered takeout.""Every day?""Most days.""Most days," he repeated.She crossed her arms. "Is the

The classroom was warm. Sunlight streamed through the windows. Parents were seated in rows of small chairs, their knees pressed against the desks. It was a room designed for children, but today it was filled with adults. Nerissa sat near the back. She had found a seat by the window. She told herself it was for the light. But really, she wanted to be close to the door. Her stomach churned. She pressed her hand against it. She took a slow breath. Just get through this, she told herself. Then you can go home and rest. The homeroom teacher, a young woman with kind eyes and a warm smile, stood at the front of the room. "Good morning, everyone. Thank you for coming." The murmurs faded. "Before we begin, I want to thank you all for being here. Your presence shows how much you care about your children's education." She smiled. "As you know, our school's anniversary festival will be held four weeks from now." Some parents nodded. Others looked curious. "At our school," the teacher co

Vance parked the car and immediately got out. He walked around to the passenger side and opened Nerissa's door before she could reach for the handle. She looked up at him, a protest already forming on her lips. "No arguments," he said simply. She rolled her eyes. "You're treating me like I'm seriously ill." He offered his hand. "You haven't looked well since yesterday." She sighed, then took his hand. She leaned on him just a little as she stepped out of the car. He noticed immediately. His arm quietly moved behind her waist, steadying her. He pretended not to notice she was leaning. She pretended she wasn't. The waiting room was bright and clinical. The smell of antiseptic hung in the air. A few other patients sat in the plastic chairs, flipping through magazines, staring at their phones. Nerissa sat down. Vance sat beside her. His knee bounced. Once. Twice. He stopped it. "Maybe I ate something bad," she said. Vance frowned. "We've eaten the same food." "Oh."

The school hall was noisier than last week. Much noisier. Fathers stood in groups near the entrance, coffee cups in hand, looking slightly lost. Children ran everywhere, it was Saturday, and the school had become a playground. Poster boards leaned against walls. Floor plans were spread across tables. Maps of the school were pinned to every available surface. The air smelled like coffee, markers, and chaos. Nerissa walked in, her hand resting lightly on her stomach. She still felt tired. But the nausea had eased. She was learning to manage it. She scanned the room. She spotted her comitte group, already talking near the Food Bazaar table. She spotted Vance, standing with a group of fathers, studying something on a floor plan. Then she spotted Jovi. She was near the Performance Committee table. A group of mothers surrounded her. She was laughing at something. Her hands moved gracefully as she explained something. She looked like she belonged. Nerissa looked away. The teacher sto

Smoke was everywhere now. The visibility was low. He searched the floor near the stage. Debris. Fallen equipment. Burning fabric.He spotted it. A small bracelet. It had fallen beside the stage entrance. He picked it up immediately. He slipped it into his pocket. One problem solved.Then, he heard a faint scream from the restroom corridor. Vance stopped. Someone was still inside. He looked toward the exit. Then toward the corridor. His jaw tightened."...Damn."He turned and ran toward the scream. Smoke poured through the hallway.Jovi had been in the restroom when the fire started. She had heard the commotion. She had tried to open the door.But it was jammed. She pounded weakly against the restroom door.An overhead beam had fallen near the exit. She had tried forcing the door and twisted her ankle. Now she couldn't walk properly.Smoke was entering the room. She was coughing. Her eyes were burning. She was almost unconscious."I am going to die here." she thought.Vance saw the door