My Husband's Affair My Anniversary Gift (Lily and David) novel Chapter 17

Marina and David were still inside the car when the luxurious black car pulled up in front of Lily. The engine purred like a wild cat. It wasn’t the kind of car someone working 9-to-5 could ever dream of owning. Not even renting.

Marina leaned forward, peering through the windshield. She pressed her lips together, then looked at David with fake concern.

“Oh no,” she said in a sugary voice. “Do you think Lily’s being scammed by someone? Maybe she’s found a new sugar daddy who’s taking advantage of her? Poor thing.”

She was pretending to care but every word dripped with venom.

David didn’t respond right away. His hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly, the veins in his arms stood out. His knuckles turned white. His face had turned darker, the kind of darkness that made even Marina uneasy. He didn’t blink. Didn’t move. Just stared ahead with a clenched jaw.

Marina glanced at him. This wasn’t the David who made cold jokes or gave calm orders. This was a man on the edge of something.

“David?” she called softly, trying to gauge his reaction. “It’s probably nothing serious. Maybe she’s just getting help from someone… temporarily.”

Still nothing from him.

Even Marina, who was always confident in her charm and control over David, felt a sudden chill. She swallowed hard. She was beginning to understand—David wasn’t just irritated. He was furious. But not at Lily. No. He was angry because Lily was no longer looking his way. And worse, she didn’t seem like she needed him anymore.

And that scared Marina.

She was losing her grip on him.

A wave of jealousy and panic crashed over her. Her plan was simple—push Lily out of David’s life for good, and finally get what she wanted. But now, it looked like Lily wasn’t waiting for David to push her out. She had walked out on her own. And somehow, she was doing fine. Better than fine.

Marina bit her lip and looked back at Lily, who was already stepping toward the luxury car with calm steps, not in a rush, not afraid. She carried herself like someone who knew her worth. It made Marina burn inside.

She turned again to David, who was now staring so hard it looked like he might break the windshield just by glaring at it.

Meanwhile, Lily stood near the sleek black car, surprised when the door opened and a tall woman stepped out. She was dressed elegantly, wearing a long cream trench coat over a navy pantsuit. Her heels clicked softly on the pavement, and her perfume was light but expensive.

The woman smiled.

“Lily, right?” she said warmly. “Claire Bennett.”

Lily blinked. The name rang a bell. Then it hit her—Claire Bennett. The billionaire investor and entrepreneur known for supporting young talent. She had investments in several fashion brands, tech startups, and even media houses.

“You… know me?” Lily asked, confused.

Claire chuckled. “Of course I do. I saw your design portfolio. It came across my desk a few months ago. Your ideas, your sketches—they were different. Raw, but honest. And more importantly, bold. I’ve been trying to get in touch with you since.”

Lily’s mouth opened slightly. She was shocked. No one had ever spoken about her work like that before—not with such belief.

“I...I didn’t expect this,” she stammered.

Claire smiled again. “I didn’t expect to find you standing in the rain either, but here we are.”

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