My Husband's Affair My Anniversary Gift (Lily and David) novel Chapter 284

Nick watched her quietly for a while. He was still tense, still shaken by what he had seen earlier.

After a few minutes, he leaned closer and lowered his voice. “Is he always this… on edge?”

Riyana didn’t stop typing. “No,” she said simply. “He’s just angry with me. That’s why.”

She finally looked up at Nick and gave him a small, reassuring smile. “You don’t have to worry. He’s actually an easygoing person.”

And that was true.

Jabco only showed that side to her.

With others, he was calm. Polite. Even warm when needed. In the office, most of the staff had never seen his temper. They knew he was strict. They knew he could be ruthless when it came to work. Deadlines, results, discipline. He never compromised there.

But outside of work anger, he was controlled.

Only Riyana ever saw the storms.

Because she was the only one who handled him directly. The only one who challenged him without fear. The only one who knew how far his temper could go and still stood her ground.

And maybe that was why all his anger always found its way to her.

Only her.

Days passed like a blur.

Riyana stayed late at the office, handing everything over to Nick. Files, schedules, contacts, habits, even small details that only she knew. At first, she thought she would stay a few more days, train him properly, make sure nothing went wrong after she left. That was the responsible thing to do.

But after what happened that morning, she changed her mind.

She finished everything in one long day and did not return after that.

The next morning, Riyana slept in.

She woke up naturally, without an alarm, without the pressure of time pressing on her chest. For ten years, she had woken up before sunrise.

Jabco’s house. His schedule. His moods. Sometimes she cooked his breakfast. Sometimes she helped him get dressed.

Ties, watches, reminders, coffee. She had done everything without ever complaining.

Now, there was nothing.

No rush. No calls. No car waiting outside.

She lay on the bed for a long time, staring at the ceiling, trying to understand this new quiet.

That day, she stayed home. She cleaned slowly, cooked for herself, sat by the window and watched the sky change colors.

In the evening, she went out and bought clothes for herself. Not office wear. Not black pants and jackets. Just things she liked.

But freedom was strange.

After a day, the silence started to feel heavy.

Her body didn’t know how to rest. Her mind kept searching for tasks, schedules, problems to solve. She felt anxious for no reason, as if she had forgotten something important.

She wasn’t used to doing nothing.

At night, while scrolling through her phone, she stopped.

An art gallery post caught her eye.

It was her old professor’s page.

Riyana stared at the paintings on the screen for a long time. Colors. Emotions. Stories without words. Since childhood, she had loved art. She used to draw all the time.

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