Todos os capítulos de The Affair Revenge My Bestfriend's Husband Offered Me: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

It wasn't a question.She looked at him. His profile in the dim light. Jaw tight. Eyes forward."Yes," she said. "I am."He nodded. Just once. Then nothing more."I don't know why I'm telling you this."He was quiet for a moment. Then: "Because there's no one else."She looked back out the window.He was right.The house came into view. Lights on. Cars parked along the street. People moving inside.Leo's car was there.Vance pulled over, not too close. Cut the engine.She sat for a moment, staring at the house."I'll be here," he said. "If you need anything."She looked at him. "You don't have to wait.""I know."She opened the door. Cold air rushed in."Thank you," she said. "For the drive."He nodded.She got out. Walked toward the house. Didn't look back.The house was full of people. Neighbors. Relatives. Faces she recognized but couldn't name.Her mother was in the kitchen, directing someone about food. She looked up when Nerissa entered."There you are." Then, glancing behind her

Zane jerked like she'd hit him."What? No. Why would you ask that?"She kept her voice quiet. Even."I need to know where we stand.""Why now?" His voice was higher. Strained. "Is this about the baby? About Jovi?""Partly.""I told you. She was there. She came with me to the ultrasound. She was there when I got the news. I didn't plan that. It just—""I know." Nerissa cut him off. Gently. "I saw you. At the house. With her."He went still."I saw you on the porch. That night." She kept her eyes on her plate. "You were crying on her shoulder. She was holding you."Zane's jaw worked. No words came."You didn't look for me," Nerissa continued. "I was there. In the house. But you didn't look for me. You had her.""That's not—I wasn't thinking—""I know you weren't." Her voice didn't waver. "That's the point. When you fell apart, you didn't reach for me. You reached for her."The silence that followed was heavy. Crushing.Zane's voice, when it came, was broken. "I don't know what you want m

------Two weeks after the funeral.Break room at work. Fluorescent lights. The smell of burnt coffee. Maria from accounting was complaining again."I swear, if my landlord raises the rent one more time, I'm moving into a closet." She laughed, stirring her coffee. "You know anywhere cheap?"Nerissa stood at the counter, stirring her own cup. Distracted. Thinking about a listing she'd seen that morning. Too expensive. Always too expensive."If you find something," she said, "let me know. I've been looking for weeks. Nothing feels right."Maria kept talking. Something about her neighbor, her commute, her cat. Nerissa nodded along, not hearing.She didn't see Vance at the coffee machine behind her.She didn't see his hand pause mid-reach.She didn't see him go still, coffee cup in hand, watching her reflection in the stainless steel.She didn't see him file the information away—looking for weeks, nothing feels right—before she walked out.But he heard everything.-------Late afternoon. C

She stood alone in the entryway. The apartment was silent. The city glowed through the windows.She looked down at the orchid in her hand.Still alive.She walked to her room. Set it on the windowsill where the morning light would find it.Sat on the bed.For the first time in months, she breathed.---------------The office looked the same.Nerissa walked past Vance's office on the way to hers. Door open. He was at his desk, reviewing documents, coffee untouched beside him.He looked up as she passed. Just for a second."Sullivan." A nod."Mr. Blackwood." A nod.She kept walking. Sat at her desk. Opened her laptop.The Harrington file was there. Deadlines. Projections. Normal work.But something was different.She could feel him across the floor. Not watching—just... present. The same way she could feel the Aerie waiting for her at the end of the day. A quiet awareness at the edge of her mind.She worked.An hour later, Lydia appeared. "Mr. Blackwood needs the quarterly projections by

"We need to be sure about these things first, Mother," he said. His voice was even. Calm. "Before sharing.""Of course, of course." His mother patted his hand. "But still. This is wonderful news."The conversation flowed around him. Names for the baby. Which family traits might show up. Plans for holidays, for schools, for the future. Both families weaving dreams around a child that wasn't his.Jovi laughed at the right moments. Nodded at the right moments. The perfect soon-to-be mother.He didn't say much. Just ate. Listened. Nodded when expected.His father talked about the family legacy. About how proud he was. About how this child would carry on the Blackwood name.Vance's grip on his wine glass tightened.He thought about the truth. About what would happen if it came out. The scandal. The lawsuits. The Harrington deal collapsing. His reputation in ruins.He thought about Nerissa. Alone in the Aerie. The orchid on her windowsill. Breathing for the first time in months.He thought a