The Revenge Affair My Bestfriend's Husband Offered Me Chapter 2: Chapter 2 The Wronged Husband

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My thumb hovered over send. This would burn everything down. Their marriages, their reputations. One tap, and I wouldn't be the only one sitting in the ashes. But then I saw Zane at sixteen, sharing his lunch with the quiet, awkward girl everyone ignored. I saw Jovi at eighteen, squeezing my hand and telling me I could borrow any of her clothes, her friendship a gift I never felt I deserved. They were betrayers. They were also pieces of my only history. I deleted the message. I threw my phone onto the passenger seat, furious with myself. I had the perfect revenge in my hands, and I couldn't do it. I was still, after everything, the girl who loved them too much. My only friends. I drove for another hour. Ended up at a bar I'd never seen before, in a part of the city I didn't know. I ordered gin. Straight. The bartender didn't ask questions. My phone lit up then. Texts after texts made my phone shook the table with the vibration. Jovi: Neri please. It was a MISTAKE. A moment of weakness. We can talk. Zane: Baby please. Where are you? I'm freaking out. Let me explain. I flipped the phone face-down and ordered another drink. It made me start to get drunk. Then the hands found me. "Hey, lonely girl. Come have fun with us." A stranger held me. Beer breath. Cheap cologne. A hand on my waist, pulling me off the stool. "Go away." My head tilted, I felt dizzy. "Feisty. I like it." His smirk visible in my blur vision. Then another hand from my other side. Stronger. I pushed, but my body wasn't listening. The gin had done its work. "Stop." my voice low. "She said stop." The voice came from behind me. Quiet. Flat. Not loud, but it cut through the bar noise and made me shivered. I felt the hands around pulled away strongly, I felt a slight tremble from them before the hands vanished. I turned. And he was there. Vance. The heir of Blackwood family. His rich and cold aura had send the two men away from me. He stood there in that expensive suit, grey eyes flat as winter. The same man who'd nodded at me this morning. The same man whose wife had just destroyed my marriage. Something flickered in his gaze as he looked at me. He looked at me with the same gaze he had on his wedding day. Seven years ago, he saw me standing beside Jovi in an ugly bridesmaid dress, watching him marry my best friend. I'd caught him looking at me once that day. Just once. A glance. Then it was gone. I'd forgotten until now. "Can you stand?" he asked. I noticed he had a husky deep voice when he asked me that way. I tried to stand but failed. The room tilted. He didn't sigh. Didn't roll his eyes. Just slid an arm around me and half-carried me out into the cold air. His strong arm wrapped me securely as he half dragged me away. I slumped against him. He was warm. Solid. Smelled like expensive wool and something sharp underneath. He didn't ask my address. Didn't ask questions. Just took me to a hotel, he got us a room, dumped me on the bed like I was a sack of potatoes. He was turning to leave when I grabbed his jacket. "Don't go." I didn't know why I said it. Didn't care. But I sound desperate. "Please. Just... don't leave me alone." He stood there. Looking down at me. His face was unreadable, but something in his eyes shifted-that same flicker from seven years ago, maybe. There and gone. "Let go." "Why does everyone pick her?" The words spilled out, ugly and broken. I completely ignored his order to let him go. "Why am I never enough? Why my bed? Wasn't taking him enough? She had to take my bed too?" I pulled him down. Found his mouth with mine. And consume his lip immediately. The kiss was a disaster. Tasted like gin and tears. Desperation and salt. I was trying to feel something, anything... other than the gaping hole where my marriage used to be. For one second, he was stone. He was too stunned by the sheer audacity I had. Kissing my own boss when I got drunk like this. But then he kissed me back. Hard. Demanding. Like he was just as desperate as me. His hand cupped m