My Husband's Affair My Anniversary Gift (Lily and David) novel Chapter 137

Carson pulled up in front of her within minutes, his sleek black car rolling to a stop. He got out quickly and opened the passenger door for her.

“Get in,” he said simply.

Lily hesitated, glaring at him, but then she slid inside anyway. She didn’t want to cause a scene out on the street. Carson circled the car and got into the driver’s seat.

For a moment, silence filled the car. The only sound was the soft hum of the engine.

Carson glanced at her. “Lily..."

“Don’t,” she cut him off, her voice sharp.

He clenched his jaw, but he tried again. “I didn’t mean to upset you. I was only...”

“Only what?” Lily snapped, turning to face him fully. Her eyes were burning, her hands clenched in her lap. “Only standing there and declaring in front of everyone that I’m your woman? Who gave you that right, Carson?”

His fingers tightened around the steering wheel, but his voice stayed calm. “I was protecting you.”

“Protecting me?” She let out a bitter laugh. “You call that protecting? Do you know how humiliating that was? I can fight my own battles, Carson. I don’t need you announcing to the world that I belong to you!”

Carson finally turned his head, his gaze steady, his voice low and firm. “But you do belong to me.”

Lily froze, her breath catching in her throat.

Her anger spiked instantly. “Don’t you dare say that again,” she hissed, her voice trembling. “I’m not yours, Carson"

He leaned closer, his eyes locked on hers, stubborn fire burning in them. “Then why does it make you so angry when I say it? If it doesn’t mean anything, you wouldn’t care.”

Lily’s chest tightened. She wanted to shout, to push him away, to deny everything. But her words tangled in her throat, and all she could manage was a shaky, furious whisper

“Stop trying to control me. I’m not someone you can claim whenever you want.”

Carson’s gaze softened just slightly, but he didn’t look away. “I’m not trying to control you, Lily. I’m trying to protect what’s mine.”

Her hands shook, torn between anger and frustration. It was meaningless to argue with him. He is impossible. She turned her face away, staring out the window, refusing to give him another look.

The car fell into silence again, heavy with tension, every word unsaid pressing between them.

The night dragged endlessly for Lily. She tossed and turned on her bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind restless.

Carson’s face kept flashing in her thoughts, the way he looked at her at dinner, the way he claimed her so confidently, like she belonged to him.

Her chest tightened with frustration.

What’s wrong with him? What’s wrong with me? she thought, biting her lip.

It had only been two days since she’d met him properly, but the tension between them felt like it had been boiling for years. His presence was overwhelming, dangerous even. If she let it continue, she knew things would spiral out of control.

“This can’t go on,” she whispered into the dark.

Quickly, she sat up and grabbed her phone. Her fingers shook as she unlocked it. She typed “apartments for rent” into the search bar. Dozens of results appeared.

She scrolled rapidly, bookmarking a few places, calling the number for an agent, and leaving a message.

She leaned back against the wall, breathing heavily. “I’ll move out. That’s the only way.”

Her chest ached at the thought of Claire. What if she hears about Carson’s behavior? Lily clenched her fists.

“Where are you going this early?” His voice followed her, sharp with curiosity.

She stiffened but didn’t look back. “Work,” she lied smoothly.

Carson narrowed his eyes, watching her leave. Something in her tone told him she wasn’t telling the truth. His jaw tightened, but he didn’t press further.

Daniel, the agent, was already waiting at the building entrance when Lily arrived. He was a well-dressed man in his thirties with a friendly smile.

“Miss Collins? Welcome,” he said warmly. “Shall we go see the place?”

“Yes, please,” Lily nodded.

They went up a flight of stairs, and Daniel unlocked the door to a small but bright apartment. Sunlight streamed through large windows, bouncing off clean wooden floors. The place smelled faintly of paint, freshly renovated.

“It’s not huge,” Daniel explained, “but it’s comfortable for one person. Safe neighborhood, too.”

Lily walked slowly through the rooms, touching the counters, peeking into the bedroom. It wasn’t fancy, but it was hers. Her own space. No Carson. No David. No mess.

“How much is the rent?” she asked quietly.

Daniel told her the amount. It was a little expensive, but Lily bit her lip and nodded. “I’ll take it.”

“Are you sure? You don’t want to see more options?” Daniel tilted his head.

“No,” she said firmly. “This one is fine.”

For the first time in days, she felt like she could breathe.