My Husband's Affair My Anniversary Gift (Lily and David) novel Chapter 301

Riyana woke up slowly, her body heavy and sore in a dull, throbbing way. It wasn’t sharp pain, just a deep ache.

She groaned softly and rubbed her face with both hands, trying to shake off the fog in her head.

For a moment, she just sat there, breathing.

Then something felt wrong.

Her eyes opened fully as she straightened a little, the blanket slipping down her waist. This wasn’t her room. The walls were darker, the curtains heavier, the air carrying a faint scent she recognized all too well.

Her heart skipped. She looked around again, slower this time, as if hoping the room might suddenly change if she stared long enough.

It didn’t.

She glanced down at herself and froze.

She was wearing a long shirt, the fabric loose.

She didn’t need to think twice to know whose shirt it was. The smell alone gave it away. Clean, masculine, unmistakably his.

Her fingers gripped the fabric unconsciously.

So it wasn’t a dream.

Last night rushed back in fragments. His voice. His grip. The decision she had nodded to even though every part of her had wanted to scream no.

The way everything after that felt blurry, heavy, inevitable.

Her chest tightened.

She lifted her head again, her gaze moving across the room, and that’s when she heard it.

The sound of running water.

The shower.

Her eyes snapped toward the bathroom door. It was slightly ajar, light spilling out from the crack beneath it. The steady sound of water hitting tile filled the room, far too loud in the quiet morning.

Her fingers clenched in the sheets. A strange mix of emotions settled in her stomach. Nervousness. Awareness. And something lighter that scared her more than the rest.

She swung her legs off the bed carefully, wincing as her feet touched the floor. The soreness reminded her again that this wasn’t just emotional weight she was carrying now.

She stood up slowly, steadying herself. The shirt shifted with her movement, and she tugged it down instinctively, as if it could hide the situation she had landed herself in.

What am I supposed to do now? she thought.

Run? That was impossible. Pretend nothing happened? Even more impossible.

They have already done twice. She slept with this man twice.

She took a few hesitant steps, stopping near the window. Outside, the morning looked calm. Too calm. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, painting soft lines across the floor.

It felt unfair that the world could look so normal.

Her eyes drifted back to the bathroom door. The water was still running.

She imagined him inside, completely at ease, as if last night hadn’t changed her entire life.

A bitter smile touched her lips.

Of course he’s calm, she thought. This was always his decision. His timing. His control.

She crossed her arms, hugging herself. The fabric of his shirt felt warm against her skin, and that warmth made her uncomfortable in ways she didn’t want to admit.

Why do I feel light? she wondered suddenly.

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