The Affair Revenge My Bestfriend's Husband Offered Me

learned my husband had never stopped loving

packing for our honeymoon when I could hear the tremor in his voice. The soft, desperate way he said "Jovi" tha

ling myself I was paranoid. I never heard he mentioned her name

would still noticed his sadness. The sadness of a man who lose his who

can called home. The one who waited while he mourned her. The wife he married but never truly love. I never good at cook but I kept learning Jovi's favorite recipes becau

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

family. And it was the first time I met her husband. The one she

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

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y own front door and called

d sound. A gasp, maybe

as already crashing. I knew that silence. I knew that muffled sound. I'd heard it before, in h

trembled. It was open, just a crack.

ade, the one I used to kiss when he was half-asleep, the one I traced with my finger in the da

'd chosen together. Blonde hair fanned across my pillow. The pillowcase still smelle

o understand what

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e moment she realized she'd been caught. And underneath that, fear and panic.

heet, her hands fumbling, her v

head. The flush on his cheeks was still warm from the heat of h

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

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stood p

ched it swirl and disappear, like the five years of hope I held in my heart, g

m. My hand was shaking so badly I dr

sping for air. But the moment I heard footsteps inside, I forced myself to push away. I stu

tlights blurred past. Every memory of the

way his voice cracked

on, when I tripped in th

d a feast. Burned the chicken. La

nst my neck-he whispered, "Thank you for wai

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im I hadn't seen her. I'd even felt sorr

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. He'd been searching for he

my hu

ice was steady when I called my company'

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