Todos os capítulos de The Affair Revenge My Bestfriend's Husband Offered Me: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

The waiting room was beige and quiet. Jovi sat beside her mother, clutching a magazine she wasn't reading. Her leg bounced. Nervous.Her mother placed a hand on her knee. "It's just an ultrasound, darling. Everything will be fine."Jovi nodded. Said nothing.She thought about the last ultrasound. Zane beside her. His hand in hers. The flicker on the screen. The heartbeat.Where was he now? Probably at his drafting table, working. Probably not thinking about her at all.The nurse called her name.Jovi stood. Her mother rose too."Just Jovi for now," Jovi said quickly. "I'll call you after."Her mother's eyes narrowed slightly, but she nodded. Sat back down.Jovi followed the nurse down the corridor. Past the rooms. Past the curtains. To the ultrasound bay.The technician was waiting. A woman with kind eyes and efficient hands."Mrs. Blackwood? Lie down for me, please. This won't take long."Jovi lay back. Stared at the ceiling. The gel was cold. The wand was cold.Then the screen flick

Saturday morning arrived clear and cold.Nerissa stood outside her building, a backpack at her feet and a duffel bag slung over one shoulder. She'd packed light—clothes, food, a book she probably wouldn't read.A black SUV pulled up. The window rolled down.Vance looked at her from the driver's seat. No suit. Dark jeans, a grey sweater, sunglasses pushed up on his head. He looked... different. Lighter."Need help with your bag?"She raised an eyebrow. "You drove yourself?""I'm capable of many things, Sullivan."She laughed and tossed her bag in the back. Slid into the passenger seat. The car was warm, smelled like coffee and something clean."You brought coffee?"He gestured to the cup holder. Two cups. One black, one with room for cream.She stared at them. "You didn't know how I take it.""I asked Lydia.""You asked your secretary how I take my coffee?""She seemed amused." He pulled away from the curb. "Said you take it with cream and a surprising amount of sugar for someone so se

Then she pushed him—hard—and swam away."Last one back is a loser!" she called over her shoulder.He spluttered. Caught off balance. By the time he recovered, she was already halfway to shore.He watched her go. Shook his head. And smiled—a real smile, wide and unexpected.Then he swam after her.She reached the shore first. She grabbed a towel from her bag and wrapped it around her shoulders, turning back toward the lake.He was still in the water, swimming toward her with long, steady strokes. His hair was dark and wet against his forehead. His arms cut through the water with an efficiency that surprised her.She watched him approach. Watched the way he moved, the way the last light caught the lines of his shoulders. The way he looked at her as he got closer.He emerged from the water slowly, water running down his face, his shirt clinging to his chest. He stopped in front of her, breathing hard."You cheated," he said."I won.""I wasn't ready.""You were standing in the middle of

Dawn light filtered through the canvas, pale and soft.Vance woke first. He did not know what had pulled him from sleep—the cold, the birds, the unfamiliar weight against his chest. He blinked. The tent ceiling. The sleeping bag beneath him. The warmth.She was curled into him.Her head rested on his shoulder. Her hand lay flat against his chest, right over his heart. Her body was tucked against his side, fitted perfectly, as if she had always belonged there.He did not remember pulling her close. But he must have. In sleep, his arm had wrapped around her. His hand rested on her back. Their legs were tangled beneath the sleeping bag.He went very still.Her breathing was slow and even. Her lips were parted slightly. Her hair spilled across his arm. She looked peaceful. Younger. Like the woman he had glimpsed at the lake, before the masks slid back into place.He should move. He should wake her. He should untangle himself and pretend this had not happened.He did not.Instead, he close

The envelope arrived on a Tuesday.Zane found it in the mailbox when he came home from work. The return address was a law firm. He knew before he opened it. His hands were cold. He stood in the kitchen, the envelope on the counter, and stared at it for a long time.Then he opened it.The letter was formal. Clinical. Petition for Dissolution of Marriage. Her name. His name. The date they were married. The date they had separated. He read it once. Then again. The words blurred.He thought of their wedding. The way she had looked at him when she walked down the aisle. Like he was her whole world. He had felt like a king.Now she was ending it. On paper. With a lawyer's signature.He sat down at the kitchen table. The letter lay in front of him. He did not cry. He just sat there, staring at nothing, until the light outside faded and the room went dark.Astera Spire, Next MorningNerissa was at her desk when the door opened without a knock.She looked up. Zane stood in the doorway. His eye