The Affair Revenge My Bestfriend's Husband Offered Me

as the day I learned my husban

ong number that wasn't wrong, a late night at the office that w

o

Five years being the good wife. The understanding one. The one who

nce Blackwood. I stood beside her at their wedding, watched her marry a man who looked at

that lucky could

r to my department. New boss. He nodded once. I nodded back. Professio

hat by nightfall, ev

, hidden it in the back of the fridge, imagined the look on his

dframe-that familiar, rhythmic creak I knew in my bones-but

. Low. Despera

ovi's car. In high school. Whe

the champagne. Didn't do any o

om door. It was open-

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

es opened.

-Neri

twisted. His face-sweaty, flus

. When she told him she was marrying Vance Bl

med. Should have clawed. Should have ma

idn

round and

ll. "Nerissa, wait-" "It's not what

? The last t

ne he'd opened that morning, before her text arrived. S

stood p

sary down the sink. Watched it swirl and disappear. Dro

on the hook

ont door soft

he loudest soun

urred past. A cold, sharp part of my mind-the part

o, if I knew where his wife was. His grey e

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

click. She gav

n my screen. The

n. But talking, hearing his voice-that

ed a tex

my home with my husband. I thoug