My Husband's Affair My Anniversary Gift (Lily and David) novel Chapter 314

More silence.

“Who was she?” Riyana asked.

“That’s none of your.....”

Riyana cut in. “You don’t get to say that.”

His jaw tightened. "Riyana...."

“This marriage is still a marriage,” she said, her voice steady but cold. “You don’t get to touch other women like that.”

“I know and you ...,” he shot back.

“Yes,” she said. “But I didn’t expect you to disrespect me this way.”

He stared at her.

Something unreadable crossed his face.

“You’re overreacting,” he said.

Riyana smiled slowly.

“No,” she replied. “I’m reacting exactly the right amount.”

She walked past him toward the bedroom door.

“Remember this,” she added without turning back. “You forced me into this marriage. But don’t think for a second that means I’ll accept everything.”

She slammed the bedroom door behind her so hard the sound echoed through the apartment.

Riyana walked straight to the bed and dropped onto it without even taking off her shoes. Her chest felt tight, like something heavy was sitting on it. She closed her eyes, but sleep didn’t come. Instead, anger burned behind her eyelids.

She had never felt like this before.

This kind of anger didn’t explode all at once. It spread slowly, quietly, filling every corner of her chest until breathing itself hurt. And underneath that anger, something else crept in. Fear. A cold, unfamiliar fear that made her stomach twist.

What if this marriage really turned into a cage?

She heard the bedroom door open.

Her body stiffened instantly.

Jabco didn’t say anything. She could feel him moving around the room, calm, unbothered. He went to the bathroom. The sound of water followed. He was acting like nothing had happened, like their fight in the living room didn’t exist.

That hurt more than his words.

So this is it? she thought bitterly. He hurts me, then washes his hands and moves on?

The bathroom door opened again. She didn’t look at him. She kept her eyes closed, pretending she was already asleep, though her heart was pounding too loudly to ignore.

The bed dipped slightly. He lay down.

That was it.

Something snapped inside her.

Riyana sat up suddenly and grabbed the pillows and blanket between them, throwing everything onto the floor.

“You should sleep on the sofa,” she said sharply. “Or the floor. Anywhere but here.”

Jabco froze.

He turned his head slowly to look at her.

For a moment, he didn’t say anything. Then he laughed. Not a warm laugh. Not even an amused one. It was short, cold, and full of mockery.

“Why should I sleep on the sofa?” he asked. “I’m your husband. Or did you forget that just because you’re busy working with that Lennox?”

Riyana stared at him, stunned.

“What nonsense are you talking about?” she shot back. “Don’t try to drag my name through the mud just to cover your own affair.”

Her voice shook, but she didn’t stop.

“I saw you,” she continued. “With another woman. Don’t twist this around on me.”

His eyes darkened.

“And do you think I didn’t see you?” he snapped back. “Every day. Him walking you downstairs. The way he looks at you. The way you smile at him. Even a blind man could see it.”

Riyana let out a bitter laugh.

“So now you’re accusing me?” she asked. “I spend hours teaching my student, and that’s a crime? But you holding another woman in your arms is fine?”

“You didn’t even give me a chance to explain,” he said harshly. “You saw one scene and decided everything.”

“Explain what?” she demanded. “That you’re still sleeping around even after marriage?”

“That woman means nothing,” he said. “Nothing"

“But you touched her,” Riyana said quietly. “That was enough.”

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