The Affair Revenge My Bestfriend's Husband Offered Me의 모든 챕터: 챕터 81 - 챕터 90

The house was dark.Zane sat on the couch, the divorce letter still on the kitchen table where he had left it. He had not moved in hours. The room was cold. He did not notice.His phone was in his hand. He had been staring at it for a long time.He thought about calling Nerissa. He had tried. She had blocked him. The calls would not go through. The messages would not deliver.He had no one else.Except Jovi.He hesitated. Jovi had told her about Vance's warning. It echoed in his head. Restrain yourself from seeing your lover. But Vance was not here. Vance was with her. Vance had taken everything from him.He dialed.Jovi answered on the second ring. "Zane?"Her voice was soft. Concerned."She's divorcing me." His voice cracked. "The papers came today. She's really doing it."A pause. Then: "I'm coming over.""Jovi—""I'll be there in twenty minutes."She hung up.He sat in the dark, waiting.Half an hour later, the door opened. Jovi stepped inside.She was wearing a coat over her nigh

Vance turned to Nerissa."Ms. Sullivan, you've worked directly with the architect. What is your assessment?"Nerissa's heart pounded. She kept her voice steady."The architect's performance has been competent. However, the current contract is sufficient. Additional sponsorship is not necessary for the project's success.""But would it help?" another board member asked.Nerissa met his gaze."It would increase costs without measurable benefit. The data does not support it."Jovi's father leaned forward."Ms. Sullivan, you are divorcing the architect. Is it possible your judgment is affected?"The room went quiet.Nerissa did not flinch."My judgment is based on data, not personal history. The numbers are clear."Vance spoke. "Ms. Sullivan's analysis is correct. The project does not require additional sponsorship. I recommend we vote."The room was still.Vance sat motionless, his hand still gripping the pen. Nerissa kept her eyes on her laptop screen, her face blank. The other board me

The waiting room was white and quiet. Fluorescent lights hummed overhead. The smell of antiseptic hung in the air.Vance sat in a plastic chair, his elbows on his knees, his head bowed. He had not spoken since they arrived.A doctor appeared. Mid-forties. Kind eyes. Clipboard in hand."Mr. Blackwood?"He looked up."Your wife is stable. It appears to be a combination of stress, dehydration, and low blood pressure. Nothing serious. We're keeping her overnight for observation."Vance nodded. "Thank you."The doctor left.Jovi's mother arrived twenty minutes later. Her coat was still buttoned wrong. Her hair was disheveled. She had rushed."Where is she?""Stable. They're keeping her overnight."Her mother sat beside him. Her hands were shaking."What happened?""Stress. Dehydration. They're not sure."She looked at him. Her eyes were sharp despite her worry. "And where were you when this happened?"Vance did not answer.She reached out. Touched his arm. "You should go home. Rest. I'll s

The phone rang before Vance had finished his first coffee. He glanced at the screen. His father's name. He considered not answering. Then he picked up."Vance." His father's voice was clipped. No greeting. No warmth."Father.""The board sponsorship. I heard about it." A pause. "Your wife made you look weak. She pushed that architect through, and you sat there and let it happen."Vance said nothing. He stared at the window. The city was grey under the morning light."Fix it," his father continued. "Or I will reconsider your position in the family trust."Vance's jaw tightened. "The sponsorship was a board decision. I voted against it.""Then you should have tried harder." Another pause. His father's voice dropped. "And I hear you're close to your VP. That ends now."The line went dead.Vance set the phone down. He did not call back. Instead, he opened the top drawer of his desk and pulled out a thick folder. The cover read: Project Horizon – Sustainable Energy Initiative. He had been

Saturday morning arrived clear and cold.Nerissa stood outside the residential tower, a small bag at her feet. She had packed light. Clothes. A notebook. The folder with the Project Horizon data. She had not slept well.A black SUV pulled up. The window rolled down. Vance looked at her from the driver’s seat. No suit. Dark trousers, a navy crewneck sweater. He always looked more handsome in casual attire, sharp but more approachable.She got in. She did not say good morning. She just sat, her bag on her lap, staring out the window.He did not push. He pulled away from the curb.The city faded behind them. Highways turned to smaller roads. Smaller roads turned to country lanes. The air changed. Cleaner. Cooler.They did not speak much. The silence was not comfortable, but it was not hostile either. It was the silence of two people who had said everything and nothing.At some point, she fell asleep against the window.He glanced at her. Her face was relaxed. Younger. He looked back at t