My Husband's Affair My Anniversary Gift (Lily and David) novel Chapter 110

Marina cracked her eyes open just enough to watch him button his shirt, tie his tie, and slide into his suit jacket. The man looked powerful, untouchable, like always.

“David,” she said softly, sitting up. Her voice was quiet, almost timid, though her mind was already racing with plans. Her hair fell around her shoulders, and she let her expression look vulnerable, like a woman afraid of being abandoned.

David didn’t even look at her at first. He stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his tie. “I have work,” he said flatly.

Marina’s lips curved into a delicate smile. She tilted her head slightly, her eyes glimmering with a mixture of pleading and charm.

“Please… at least breakfast together. Just a little time, that’s all I ask.”

He paused. His brows drew together as if weighing whether to brush her off again. Finally, he gave a short nod. “All right. Get up.”

Her heart leapt. She quickly got out of bed, slipping into a light dress, brushing through her hair. Within minutes, she was ready, glowing with satisfaction. This time, she had won a small battle.

They sat across from each other at the long dining table. The morning sun filtered through the tall windows, lighting the room in a golden hue. David's face serious as usual.

He didn’t talk much, but Marina filled the silence with her soft laughter, little comments about the food, the weather, anything to keep his attention from drifting away.

Halfway through, her phone rang.

She glanced at the screen. It was her manager.

Picking up quickly, she listened for a moment before saying in a sweet tone, “Yes, yes, I’ll be there soon.” Then she ended the call and looked at David.

“I have a shoot today,” she said, smiling. “Can you drop me at the location?”

David didn’t look up immediately. “I’ll have Roy take you.”

Her smile didn’t falter. She reached across the table, lightly touching his hand. “No… I want you to take me. Please?”

David lifted his eyes at her, his gaze steady and unreadable. For a moment, silence stretched between them. Finally, he gave a reluctant nod. “Fine.”

After breakfast, they got into his sleek black car. The drive was quiet, Marina humming softly while David leaned back in his seat, scrolling through his mobile.

His brows immediately tightened.

Nothing.

No alarms, no reminders, no scheduled calls.

He tapped the calendar app. Empty.

David’s jaw clenched. He scrolled again, checking emails. Nothing there either.

Marina didn’t care. She wanted the world to see him by her side.

“Director, good morning!” she called sweetly, approaching the set. The director, an older man with glasses, blinked in surprise at the sight of David.

“Mr. Hardison,” he said quickly, stepping forward to shake his hand. “An honor to meet you, sir.”

David gave a curt nod, his handshake brief.

The whispers around them grew louder.

Phones were discreetly lifted, photos snapped, videos recorded. Within minutes, news outlets and gossip blogs would be flooded with pictures of Marina and David together.

Marina leaned closer to him, whispering just loud enough for others to hear. “Thank you for coming with me. It means so much.”

David didn’t reply. His face remained unreadable, but Marina knew silence was better than rejection in front of an audience. She pressed her body closer to his side, smiling for everyone to see.

The crew members exchanged glances, some with admiration, some with envy, some with quiet disdain. But Marina didn’t care. Let them talk. Let them watch. This was her victory.

David Hardison was here. With her.

And that meant one thing to everyone else: she had truly won.