My Husband's Affair My Anniversary Gift (Lily and David) novel Chapter 140

Lily was still surrounded by the women, answering their curious questions, when the atmosphere in the room shifted.

It was subtle at first, the way a few heads turned, the sudden hush of whispers, the glances exchanged across the hall. Then, the sound of heels clicking against marble echoed sharper than the rest.

Lily’s stomach twisted before she even looked up.

She didn’t need anyone to tell her who it was.

Marina Laurent walked into the room like the entire place belonged to her. The silver dress hugged her body like liquid, her golden hair falling down her shoulders, and that confident smile plastered across her face. Her arm was linked with David’s.

He was in his black suit, perfectly tailored, sharp as ever. His hand rested casually at Marina’s back, guiding her through the crowd. He looked… exactly the same as always. Cold. Untouchable. Like nothing in the world could affect him.

But to Lily, he was a storm.

Her pulse beat so hard in her ears she almost missed the voices around her.

“Ah, see? Speak of the devil,” the woman in red whispered with a sly grin.

“Mr. Hardison and Marina Laurent. What a pair,” Lena added, smirking as her eyes flicked toward Lily.

Lily forced herself not to flinch.

David’s gaze swept over the room, greeting a few people with a nod. And then, just for a split second, it landed on her.

Lily froze.

His eyes didn’t widen, didn’t soften, didn’t show any surprise. But she knew him too well. That flicker, that heavy silence between one breath and the next, she felt it.

Marina leaned close, whispering something to him, and he let out a low laugh.

Lily stepped to the side, near a corner where tall curtains hung, giving her a moment of quiet. She sipped her champagne slowly, letting her shoulders relax.

“Hello.”

The voice was low, close,.too close. Warm breath brushed against her ear.

Lily almost dropped her glass. Her heart leaped into her throat as she spun around, clutching her chest.

“Mr. Grey, you scared me,” she breathed, trying to steady herself.

Jabco stood there, casual, one hand tucked in his pocket, the other holding a half-full glass of red wine. His lips curved into that calm smile of his, though his eyes studied her carefully.

“Where is your future wife, anyway?” she asked, breaking the silence between her and Jabco as they crossed the hallway.

Jabco’s steps slowed. His jaw tightened slightly. “Don’t be silly. I told you, there’s no wedding. It’s just… for business. For time. That’s all.” His voice was sharp, dismissive, as if the topic itself irritated him.

Lily blinked at him, lips parting. She had already known, but his cold tone made her chest tighten. Before she could respond...

“Have you lost your mind?!”

A voice boomed from one of the private rooms as they passed by. Harsh, furious.

Jabco froze mid-step. His eyes narrowed, flicking toward the slightly open door.

“What’s wrong?” Lily whispered, noticing the sudden stillness in him.

He didn’t answer. Instead, he pushed the door open with one hand.

The scene inside froze them both.

A woman with long dark curls stood pressed close to a man, their hands entwined, their posture intimate, too intimate.