My Husband's Affair My Anniversary Gift (Lily and David) novel Chapter 155

The traffic light turned red, and the car came to a stop. The two vehicles behind stopped too, keeping their exact distance. Lily’s heart thudded loudly in her chest.

Her mind raced. Should she tell Noah to call someone? Should she take a longer route? Should she confront them?

She shook her head, trying to steady her breathing. “Don’t panic,” she whispered under her breath. “Don’t give him the satisfaction.”

When the light turned green, she took the next two turns quickly, merging into a crowded lane near her office. The sudden traffic worked in her favor, the two cars fell behind as the crowd of vehicles blocked their view. By the time she pulled into the company parking area, she couldn’t see them anymore.

She exhaled, finally relaxing her shoulders. Maybe it was nothing after all. Or maybe they’d simply lost her.

“See?” Noah said with a little grin, stretching her arms as if she hadn’t just slept through Lily’s mini heart attack. “Told you it was probably nothing.”

Lily forced a smile. “Yeah. Probably nothing.”

But deep inside, she wasn’t so sure.

After they parked, Noah straightened her blazer and pulled out her phone. “Alright, I’ll pick you up in the evening, okay?”

Lily nodded, stepping out of the car. The cool breeze brushed against her cheeks. “Drive safe,” she said softly, glancing around one more time.

“Don’t worry, Mom,” Noah teased with a grin as she got into the driver’s seat.

Lily watched until Noah’s car disappeared from view, her eyes scanning every moving vehicle on the street. When she didn’t see the black SUV or the white sedan anymore, she finally turned toward the office building and walked inside.

Her heels clicked against the pavement, echoing faintly in the open space. The morning rush hadn’t fully begun yet, so the entrance was relatively quiet. She pulled out her phone from her bag to check the time. Just then, a notification flashed across the screen.

A message.

Her breath hitched when she saw the name David.

For a second, she considered not reading it. But her thumb automatically swiped it open.

I have a sudden business trip. I won’t be able to see you for a few days. Take care of yourself.

Lily stared at the message blankly, her lips twitching with disbelief.

He had the nerve to text her as if his little updates mattered, as if she was still someone waiting for his return.

She almost laughed.

When they were married, he never bothered telling her when he left or where he went. Sometimes he’d vanish for days, no messages, no calls, not even a single word. And now, after everything he’s done, after humiliating her, grabbing her, threatening her, following her, he had the audacity to act like a decent husband giving his wife notice about a trip.

Lily rolled her eyes and scoffed quietly. “Unbelievable,” she muttered under her breath.

Her fingers tightened around the phone. For a brief moment, she imagined replying saying something sharp, something that would cut through his fake politeness. But then she stopped herself. He didn’t even deserve that.

He couldn’t blame her completely. Maybe he went too far at the mall. Maybe he shouldn’t have grabbed her wrist or raised his voice. But watching her buy a gift for another man, smiling that way, it had twisted something deep inside him.

And now, as the driver pulled up to the airport gate, David’s chest felt like it was made of stone.

Roy got out first, taking the luggage. “Sir, we’re running a bit late, we should hurry.”

David nodded absently, still holding his phone. The screen was empty, no new message, no call, no anything. He unlocked it again, checked the same chat with Lily. Still nothing.

The last message he sent glared back at him.

"I have a sudden business trip. Won’t be able to see you for a few days. Take care of yourself"

He typed that because it was the polite thing to do, because it’s what a husband should say. Even if she doesn't want to be husband and wife anymore, at least he wanted to show that he still cared. He half expected her to reply, maybe a simple safe flight or take care.

That was how it used to be. Back then, whenever he had business trips, she’d always text before he boarded a small “have a good flight” message, sometimes followed by a heart emoji. He used to ignore it then, never replying.

Now, sitting here waiting for her reply, he realized how much those small messages had actually meant.

Maybe he was hoping she would still remember, still care.

But even as the plane boarded, there was still nothing from her. Not a single word.