My Husband's Affair My Anniversary Gift (Lily and David) novel Chapter 107

Marina had been impatient for days. After he signed the divorce papers, she hadn’t seen him. He hadn’t come to her place, hadn’t answered her calls, and when she went to his office before, the assistant always said he was “busy” or “in a meeting.” She was running out of patience.

Sitting in the backseat of her car, her leg bounced nervously. The driver glanced at her through the mirror.

“Miss, where should I drop you?”

“David’s office,” she said quickly, brushing her hair back with trembling fingers. Her voice was soft but there was no hesitation.

The car moved through the traffic. Marina’s heart was pounding. She hated this feeling, like she was chasing him instead of being wanted. She told herself she was the winner now, the one with his signature on paper, the one who would stand beside him.

When the car stopped, she stepped out in her fitted dress and heels, holding her bag tightly. She inhaled, forced a confident smile, and walked toward the tall glass building. The receptionist recognized her instantly and greeted her, but Marina didn’t stop. She took the elevator straight up to the floor she knew belonged to him.

“Miss Laurent.”

Roy, David’s assistant, quickly stood up when he saw her. His expression was nervous, almost blocking her path.

“Is David in his office?” Marina asked firmly.

“Yes, but he....”

Before he could finish, Marina pushed past him and pulled the handle of the heavy wooden door.

“Miss, you can’t....” Roy panicked, but it was too late.

The door opened.

David was standing near the tall window, phone pressed to his ear, speaking in a low and steady voice. The skyline glowed behind him, but his sharp figure stole the light. His eyes lifted when he saw her enter without knocking. For a moment his expression went completely dark. Still, he raised his chin slightly and gestured for Roy to leave.

“Marina, why do you always come without notice? I’m in the middle of a call.” His voice was low, edged with irritation.

Marina’s smile faltered for just a second, but she quickly replaced it with something softer, almost pleading. She sat down on the sofa, crossing her legs carefully, pretending she didn’t feel his coldness.

He ended the call with a curt “We’ll finalize this tomorrow” before tossing the phone onto his desk. He turned toward her fully, his eyes sharp.

“Speak.”

“I was worried,” Marina said quickly, her tone light and innocent. “You haven’t been answering my calls or messages. Days have passed… I thought maybe you were upset with me.”

David didn’t reply. He leaned back against his desk, arms crossed, his gaze steady on her like he could see through her performance.

At the restaurant

Roy had booked one of the most private restaurants in the city. When David and Marina arrived, the staff immediately led them to a secluded corner with dim lights and soft music. The air smelled faintly of wine and roasted herbs.

Marina was glowing, her smile unshakable as she slid into the chair opposite David. She wanted to look like a woman in love, a woman secure in her position. She rested her chin on her hand and leaned forward.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” she said lightly, though her eyes searched his face.

David picked up the menu without looking at her. “I’ve been busy.”

“Busy with work?”

“Always.”

Marina’s lips tightened. “You could still answer my calls.”

David finally set the menu down and met her eyes. His gaze was calm, but cold. “And what would we talk about, Marina?”