My Husband's Affair My Anniversary Gift (Lily and David) novel Chapter 12

To celebrate Lily’s new life, Evan booked a luxurious hotel suite for her and Noah.

“Cheers to freedom!” Evan raised a glass of champagne, grinning ear to ear.

Lily laughed and clinked her glass with his. “I can’t believe this. I feel like I’m dreaming.”

“You deserve it,” Evan said, flopping onto the soft couch. “After all the crap you went through, it’s time the world treated you right.”

Noah tossed a pillow at him. “And by world, you mean you, huh? Stop flirting with her, Evan. She’s finally breathing again.”

“Can’t blame me. Look at her, glowing like the queen she is,” Evan winked.

Lily rolled her eyes, chuckling. “I swear, the two of you are my real therapy.”

Noah grinned and grabbed her phone. “Say cheese!”

She clicked a few selfies and posted them on Instagram with the caption: “Fresh start. No regrets.”

Meanwhile, David had just stepped into his cold, silent house. Tossing his keys on the table, he collapsed on the couch. Just then, his phone vibrated—multiple times.

He glanced at it without interest, thinking it was just work emails. But the Instagram notification caught his eye.

“Instagram?” he muttered, frowning. “I don’t even follow anyone…”

But then he noticed Noah’s name.

Noah? Why is she tagging Lily so much lately?

Curiosity tugged at him. Against his usual instinct, he tapped the notification. The post opened up.

There Lily was—clad in a soft robe, hair still wet, sitting on a velvet couch beside Evan. Champagne in hand, legs crossed, smiling like she had nothing to worry about.

His chest tightened.

And then he saw Evan’s hand resting on Lily’s thigh in another picture.

“What the hell is this?” he muttered, standing up.

His fingers curled around the phone. “She’s… she’s seriously flaunting another man in public?”

He paced the room, talking to himself, furious.

“So that’s what she wanted. A divorce so she could run off to some rich playboy?”

He grabbed his phone again and stared at her face in the photo.

The rage bubbled in his throat. He dialed her number, breathing hard.

Lily was soaking in a luxurious bubble bath, soft music playing in the background. She had just closed her eyes when her phone rang beside the tub. One glance at the screen told her who it was.

David.

With a groan, she answered. “What do you want?”

“You think this is funny?” His voice was sharp, bitter. “Parading around with some man while our divorce isn’t even finalized?”

Lily sat up, her mood instantly ruined. “Excuse me? You think you have a right to call and question me after everything you did?”

“You’re still my wife,” he hissed. “Legally. You’re embarrassing me.”

Lily laughed dryly. “Oh, so now you feel embarrassed? You were sleeping with Marina while married to me. Or did your memory suddenly get wiped?”

“This is different.”

“No, David. It’s the same. Actually, I think it’s better. I’m smiling now, for once. I’m not hiding in the shadows like your precious Marina.”

He clenched his jaw. “He’s just some rich clown, right? That’s what you were looking for?”

“No,” she snapped. “I was looking for peace. And you’re still ruining it. Goodbye, David.”

“You lost every right the day you chose Marina.”

“Don’t say her name,” he growled, stepping closer.

“I will if I want to,” Lily snapped. “You have no right to touch me, no right to barge in. You made your choices.”

But before she could move further away, he pulled her into him.

She tried to push, but he held her wrists.

“Don’t,” she said breathlessly, “don’t make this worse.”

“I’ve tried to stay away. But you keep testing me, Lily" he said , voice almost a whisper.

They were close now, the steam from the bath clinging to their skin.

Lily blinked.

That was the moment something snapped.

He kissed her—furious, hungry, desperate.

"Aumm....."

Lily gasped, her hands flailing, palms pushing against his chest, but David didn’t stop. Not this time. There was fire in his eyes, wild and tormented. He lifted her effortlessly, carried by a storm of emotions neither of them fully understood.

She landed in the bathtub with a small splash, water licking the edge. David followed, not caring about the expensive leather watch slipping off his wrist or the designer shirt now clinging to his soaked skin. He tore at his clothes like they were suffocating him, peeling them off in raw frustration until nothing remained but his breath—heavy, unrestrained.

“David…” Lily whispered, voice trembling. Her heart pounded, not just in fear, but in confusion. He had never touched her like this. Never with such desperation.

He reached for her face and kissed her—hard. His tongue plunged into her mouth, claiming her, tasting her. His grip was firm, yet not painful. There was no room for words, no space to breathe. Only heat, water, and the sound of their racing hearts.

She tensed, trying to resist, but her body betrayed her. The deeper he kissed, the more her defenses crumbled. Her hands, once pushing, now curled around his neck, dragging him down with her into that overwhelming rush.