My Husband's Affair My Anniversary Gift (Lily and David) novel Chapter 312

A few days passed in a strange kind of calm.

Riyana was still not used to it.

Jabco was there. In her house. In her room. Sitting at her dining table like he belonged there.

And the strangest part was that he really adjusted.

He didn’t complain about the small space. He didn’t ask her to change anything. He moved around quietly, careful even.

He didn’t bring his rules into her home.

At night, when she lay on her bed and stared at the ceiling, she sometimes wondered if she was imagining it.

This was the same man who used to control everything.

Yet now, he woke up early and made coffee for both of them. He waited for her before eating. He even listened.

Riyana still couldn’t fully believe it.

She didn’t say anything. She didn’t point it out. She was careful not to disturb whatever fragile balance they had somehow found.

She told herself to take it one day at a time.

That morning, she left for the gallery as usual.

The moment she stepped inside, something felt different.

The air buzzed.

People weren’t working. They were whispering. Groups had formed near the hallway leading to the professor’s office. Faces were glowing with excitement, voices hushed but full of energy.

“I can’t believe we’re actually seeing her.”

“She’s even more beautiful than in the pictures.”

“I heard she’s hosting a gala here.”

Riyana slowed her steps.

She glanced toward the professor’s office.

The door was closed, but the attention around it was impossible to miss.

She walked closer to her coworkers.

“Who’s here?” she asked calmly.

Kira turned toward her, eyes wide.

“Oh! You don’t know?” she said, clearly shocked.

Riyana shook her head slightly.

“Ms. Elara White is here,” Kira said, lowering her voice as if saying it louder would break something sacred.

Riyana didn’t react.

Seeing her silence, Kira assumed she didn’t understand the name.

“Oh my god,” Kira continued, clearly thrilled to explain. “She’s the most recognized artist of the last two decades. Like, globally. I watched her world art tour livestream last month. Every gallery was packed.”

She leaned closer, excitement spilling out of her.

“Last year, I even bought one of her paintings. It wasn’t cheap, but it was worth every cent. Those works… they touch something inside you. Anything she touches becomes priceless. Honestly, what she creates is far beyond what ordinary artists can learn in a lifetime.”

Another coworker nodded rapidly.

“She’s not just an artist,” someone added. “She’s a legend.”

“In the art world,” Kira said dramatically, “she’s basically a god.”

Riyana listened quietly.

She wasn’t shocked.

She already knew.

Years ago, she had stood in front of Elara White’s work during an exhibition. She remembered it clearly. The silence in the hall. The way people stopped breathing while looking at the paintings. That day, she had bought one without hesitation.

She remembered Jabco standing beside her, asking, “Do you really like it that much?”

And she had replied, “Some things don’t need logic.”

She had admired Elara for years.

Just then, the professor’s office door opened.

“Ri,” the professor called out. “Come here for a moment.”

The hallway fell silent.

Every head turned toward Riyana.

She froze for half a second.

Me?

She quickly walked forward.

“Yes, Professor.”

The professor smiled and motioned for her to come inside.

As the door closed behind them, the noise outside faded.

“Let me introduce you,” the professor said warmly. “This is Riyana Rivan.”

Riyana followed his gesture.

And then she saw her.

Elara White was sitting on the sofa.

She was wearing a long, elegant dress that fit her perfectly. Her posture was relaxed, confident. Her long hair flowed freely over her shoulders, catching the light from the window. She was undeniably beautiful, but it wasn’t just that. There was something calm and powerful about her presence.

Someone who knew exactly who she was.

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