The Affair Revenge My Bestfriend's Husband Offered Me のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

The door to the big cabin closed. Vance and Jovi were inside. A fire was going, but the room felt cold.Vance looked at his wife."You did it," he said. His voice was flat. "You booked the rooms. You put them in separate cabins. That was a small, mean thing to do. Were you planning to walk over to his cabin at night? Since he's the father?"Jovi looked shocked that he said it out loud. Then she tried to look strong."What about you?" she asked. "Her cabin is all by itself. Are you going to go comfort her? Or is it you who needs comfort?""I might," Vance said, not changing his expression. "At least she is clear about what she wants."His words hurt her in a place she didn't expect. The act fell apart. Real tears came to her eyes."You never loved me," she said, her voice shaking. "Not ever. And now you look at her. My friend. You look at her like--""Like what, Jovi?" he cut in, his voice lower now. "Tell me something. When you got into her bed with her husband, what did you think she

The door clicked shut, and Zane was alone again.He sat on the edge of the bed, the room still dark. Jovi had left before sunrise, slipping out like a ghost. But her words stayed, hanging in the air.“Vance wants a divorce. Now that I’m pregnant. He says he can’t stand the reminder.”Zane didn’t feel relieved. He didn’t feel happy. He just felt… heavy. That baby was his. His mistake. His responsibility.He dressed slowly, each piece of clothing feeling like it weighed too much.Later that morning, the breakfast was awkward.Nerissa watched from her table, coffee going cold in her hand.Zane was doing everything right—pulling out Jovi’s chair, pouring her water before she asked, leaning in when she spoke. But it looked forced. Like he was following a script.Vance sat at the head of the table, reading something on his phone. Or pretending to. His eyes kept lifting, scanning the room. Watching.Liam Harrington, the young guy from the family funding this whole trip, was talking about Norw

The cursor kept blinking on Nerissa's phone, unanswered. She'd left Vance's message on read—"Final reports attached. We control the story tomorrow. Personal feelings can't matter. Reply to confirm."—and hadn't replied.She fell asleep with the phone in her hand, the blinking cursor eventually timing out to darkness.Morning came grey and cold. The frozen lake outside her cabin window reflected a sky heavy with unshed snow. Nerissa dressed carefully, armor in place. When she checked her phone, there was no follow-up from Vance. Just the unanswered message, hanging there like an accusation.Personal feelings can't matter.She wondered if he actually believed that, or if he just needed to.------Next Morning - The Stave ChurchThe morning's scheduled visit was to a historic stave church, one of the few remaining in Norway. Dark wood, soaring roofs, dragons' heads curling from the peaks—it looked like something from a myth.Liam was thrilled."My grandfather loves preservation projects. T

Nerissa had barely slept. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Zane's face at the stave church—the pure joy of explaining something beautiful. Then she saw him on the phone through the wall, stressed, worried. Then she saw Vance by the fire, his voice low: "I'm asking you not to throw him a rope."She woke before dawn and lay still, listening. Through the thin cabin walls, she heard Zane moving. Papers shuffling. A frustrated sigh. Then the creak of a chair as he sat down to work.He's already started, she thought. He doesn't even know what he's up against.The morning meeting was in the lodge's main conference room—a long table of dark wood, windows overlooking the frozen lake. Liam sat at the head, eager and young, trying to look like he belonged. Jovi was beside him, her hand occasionally touching his arm in that practiced way. Vance was at the opposite end, his laptop open, his face unreadable.Nerissa sat in the middle. Zane was across from her.The site manager, a brisk Norweg

Back in her cabin, Nerissa lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling.Through the wall, she heard Zane moving. Pacing. Then a thump—his fist on the table, maybe. A muffled curse.She closed her eyes.If I help him, I betray Vance.If I don't, I betray who I used to be.If he fails, he loses everything. His firm. His reputation. His future.If he succeeds, the project wins. Jovi's credibility survives. Vance's plan fails.If I help him secretly, no one will know.But I'll know.She thought about Vance in the hospital, holding her hand. Vance in the storm shelter, almost kissing her. Vance by the fire, his voice rough: "I want you to remember who your partner is."She thought about Zane at the stave church, his eyes alight with passion. Zane carrying groceries for a stranger. Zane smiling at her across a table covered in blueprints, remembering terrible coffee.Two men, she thought. Two different pulls. One from the past I can't quite let go. One from the present I don't fully understand.A