The Affair Revenge My Bestfriend's Husband Offered Me

learned my husband had never stopped loving

our marriage. He was in our bedroom, packing for our honeymoon when I could hear the tremor in his voice. The soft, desperate way

telling myself since then that now we were married he would slowly move on and only look at me.

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

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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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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

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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

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my home with my husband. I thoug