The Affair Revenge My Bestfriend's Husband Offered Me

as the day I learned my husban

thought it was about work. But his tone as he talked sound too person

o

nt five years pretending that

rstand his need and the one he can called home. The one who waite

weetheart. While I was the bestfriend who silently wanting him in the shadow wh

m Blackwood family. And it was the first time I met he

at her like she was a business proposal, not a person. I didn't know the

. New boss. He nodded once at me, barely visible. I nodded back. Professional. Distant. Two people co

it weeks ago, hidden it in the back of the fridge,

Zane. Can yo

iliar, rhythmic creak I knew in my bones. Mixed with it, asoft moan. A woma

o scream. I wanted to throw the champagne. But I didn't do any of the things wives do in movies. I walk

hat belonged to her. Her legs wrapped around him, red-polished toes curlin

ened. Found mine

bled for

sweaty, flushed, then

while he fell apart. Cried for the woman who walked away from his life. That was the moment I should have screamed.

gth to turn around and walked away. T

ssa,

t what y

let me

? The last t

rouble. She's our best friend. You understand. I understood perfectly. I unscrewed the cap on my bottle and poured our

Closed the front door softly behind m

The streetlights blurred past.

y eyes had been flat, just seeking information. I pulled over. My hands shook, but

mbers for the Harrington project for Mr. Blackwood's board

to the shared drive, Ms. S

ouldn't afford. Do you want to own that delay?" I kept my

the number. I stared at it on my screen. The w

. But talking, hearing his voice, that f

ed a tex

my home with my husband. I thoug