All Chapters of My Husband Brought Another Woman, I Chose His Best Friend : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“Come in,” his voice came from inside, steady, like he had expected me.Of course, he had.I pushed the door open and stepped in without hesitation, closing it behind me with a soft click. He was at his desk, sleeves rolled just enough to show his wrists, his posture relaxed but focused, like he hadn’t moved in hours. His eyes lifted immediately, settling on me with that same unreadable look he always had when he was trying too hard to stay neutral.I didn’t sit.“What’s with the ticket?” I asked, my tone flat, direct, leaving no space for anything else.He leaned back slightly, fingers tapping once against the arm of his chair before stilling. “It’s for a business trip,” he said calmly. “We have a meeting. I need you there.”“That’s it?” I asked, folding my arms. “No context? No explanation?”“It’s work, Nina,” he replied, his voice even. “It doesn’t need anything else.”I let out a small breath through my nose, stepping closer. “Then why the separate ticket?”He watched me

By the time I stepped out of the airport, I felt like I had been wrung out and left to dry in the worst possible way. My shoulders ached from dragging my suitcase across terminals, my head throbbed from the constant announcements, and my patience had been burned down to nothing hours ago. I barely had the energy to be irritated anymore, which somehow made everything worse.“Miss Nina?”I blinked, dragging my gaze up to the man standing in front of me. He was holding a small sign with my name on it, dressed neatly, posture straight, expression polite and professional.“Yes,” I said, my voice flat. “That’s me.”“Welcome,” he said with a small nod. “Please, I will take your luggage.”“Be my guest,” I muttered, releasing the handle without hesitation.He took it smoothly, like he’d done it a thousand times, and gestured toward the exit. “This way, please.”I followed him without speaking, my heels clicking faintly against the pavement as we moved. The air outside was warmer than I expecte

NINAMy suitcase was still open on the bed, clothes spilling out like I had given up halfway through deciding what belonged where, and I stood in the middle of it all, staring at nothing. My skin still remembered the warmth of his hand on my body, the way he held me like I fit perfectly in his arms.“It doesn’t matter,” I muttered, dragging a hand through my hair. “None of it matters.”I turned away from the mirror, pacing once, twice, like I could walk it out of my system, but it didn’t go anywhere. It stayed right there, sitting under my skin, uncomfortable and persistent.Then my phone buzzed.The sound cut through everything, sharp enough to make me pause mid-step. I glanced at the bed, hesitated for half a second, then walked over and picked it up. The moment I saw his name, something in my chest tightened.“Of course,” I murmured.I didn’t open it immediately. I just stared at it, thumb hovering, like I needed to prepare for whatever version of him I was about to get. Then I tap

LIAM “Now this,” Thiago said, clapping a hand against my shoulder as we pushed through the crowd, “is exactly what you need.” The music hit me before anything else the moment we stepped into the bar, heavy bass vibrating through the floor, voices layered over each other, laughter too loud, glasses clinking, bodies moving in tight spaces. It was the kind of place that didn’t leave room for silence, and I should have appreciated that, because silence was the last thing I needed. “I didn’t say I needed anything,” I replied, shrugging him off lightly. “That’s the problem,” he shot back with a grin. “You never do.” We found a table near the back, slightly elevated, just enough to see everything without being swallowed by it. A waitress came over almost immediately. “Whiskey,” I said. “Two,” Thiago added, flashing her a smile. The drinks came fast. I picked mine up, letting the burn settle in my throat, grounding, steady. Tiago leaned back, watching me over the rim

LIAMI leaned back in my chair and tried to focus on the numbers in front of me, but they refused to settle into anything meaningful. The documents blurred together, projections and valuations losing their structure every time my mind drifted, which was more often than I was willing to admit. The low hum of the penthouse air conditioning filled the silence, steady and controlled, unlike everything running through my head.“Focus,” I muttered to myself, dragging a hand down my face.It didn’t work.All I could see was her.The elevator. The way she had looked when she couldn’t breathe. The way her body had felt in my arms. The way she had looked at me was like I was both the problem and the solution.And then the dinner.I exhaled sharply and pushed the chair back, standing up and walking toward the glass wall. The city stretched out beneath me, lights blinking against the dark, alive and indifferent. I pressed my hand against the cool glass, grounding myself.“This is business,