บททั้งหมดของ The Wife He Lost to His Best Friend: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 7

She felt his finger on her waist, dragging her closer, pulling her onto his lap as he needed to feel every inch of her. Heat bloomed between them, intense and engulfing. They moved together, slowly stripping away their clothes, He lifted her in his arms, strong and sure, carrying her past the wall of windows into the warmth of his bedroom. The city lights spilled across the sheets, painting shadows on them. He laid her down gently, his body pressing against hers, and in a quiet, they found each other.It wasn’t about losing themselves, it was about connection. Fingertips tracing her skin, mouth tasting every breath, every moment. Her hand tangled in his hair, her body aching into his as they moved in rhythm, slow, deep, aching like something profound was unfolding between them.The room stayed still for a long time after that, not empty, not tense, just filled with the kind of quiet that follows when two people have crossed into something they can no longer pretend didn’t happen,

Claire didn’t go anywhere after she returned home, she simply stayed where she was for a long time as if movement would make everything more real than she was ready for, and the silence around her felt strange now, not peaceful, but unfamiliar, like it no longer belonged to the version of life she had been living with Daniel. Her phone lay face down beside her, vibrating once in a while with messages she didn’t open, but her mind was no longer stuck on what she had seen, it was stuck on the fact that none of it had felt like an accident anymore, it felt arranged, intentional, like there was a part of Daniel’s life she had never been allowed to touch. She finally stood up after a while and walked into the bedroom without thinking, not because she needed something, but because her body needed movement to stay calm, and that was when she noticed something she hadn’t paid attention to before, a small envelope tucked inside one of the drawers that didn’t belong to her side of the space.

Inside, the auction hall was breathtaking.Crystal lights hung from the high ceiling, casting a soft glow over the room, while elegant decorations filled every corner and guests moved from one conversation to another, speaking in low voices as they greeted old friends, business partners, and people whose names were known far beyond the walls of the estate. Everything about the place looked expensive, from the polished floors beneath their feet to the glasses carried by waiters dressed in perfectly pressed suits, and even the smiles on people’s faces seemed carefully practiced, as though everyone had come knowing exactly how they were expected to behave.Claire followed Daniel toward their seats, keeping her expression calm even though she could still feel the weight of everything that had happened since the previous night.She had told herself that coming here would be easier than staying at home, that being surrounded by people would keep her mind occupied, but the moment she stepped