My Husband's Affair My Anniversary Gift (Lily and David) novel Chapter 170

David’s eyes darkened again, frustration clawing at his restraint. “You can scream, curse, or run all you want, Lily. But you’re not leaving me. Never.”

“Watch me,” she hissed.

He straightened up, looking down at her one last time. “Fine,” he said, voice tight with anger. “You want freedom so badly? Earn it. Stay for a month prove that walking away is really what you want.”

Lily turned her head sharply toward the window, blinking away the sting in her eyes. “You’ll regret this,” she said quietly.

David’s expression softened for a moment, the fury dimming into something almost sorrowful. “I already do,” he whispered.

Then he turned and walked to the window, his back rigid, his hands clenched. The silence in the room stretched long and heavy.

Lily pressed her palm against her chest, trying to steady her heart. It hurt more than she wanted to admit. Every time he got close, every time he said her name in that rough, broken tone, it tore through the walls she’d built. But she wouldn’t give in. Not this time.

Lily sat quietly on the hospital bed, watching Noah fold her clothes and tuck them into the bag. The air smelled faintly of disinfectant, with the soft rustle of Noah’s packing.

“Let’s go to my home, okay?” Noah said, zipping the bag and looking up at Lily. “You can’t do anything with your plastered hand. You’ll hurt yourself.”

Lily smiled faintly, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “No need, Noah. I’ll manage.”

Before Noah could protest, the door swung open. David walked in with firm, confident steps, followed by Roy, who was looking a little uneasy.

“She’s going home with me,” David said flatly.

Noah froze, her hand still holding the zipper of Lily’s bag. Then she slowly turned around, her eyes narrowing sharply. “Excuse me?”

David didn’t even flinch. He looked straight at Lily, ignoring Noah’s glare completely. “You’re not staying anywhere else. You’ll come home with me.”

Noah immediately stepped forward, blocking his way like a shield. “She’s not going anywhere with you,” she snapped. “I’ll take care of her myself.”

David’s jaw tightened. “Roy, take the bags,” he said, his tone calm but commanding.

Roy hesitated, looking between them, unsure what to do. The tension was thick enough to choke on.

“Don’t you dare touch that bag!” Noah barked, shooting Roy a sharp look.

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