My Husband's Affair My Anniversary Gift (Lily and David) novel Chapter 197

His body was leaning heavily against hers, his head buried against her shoulder. She could feel the warmth of his breath against her neck, thick with the smell of whiskey.

“David, what the hell....” she began, quickly placing her hands on his shoulders to push him off. But his arms came around her in a desperate, unsteady grip.

“I miss you,” he mumbled against her skin, his voice rough and broken.

Lily froze. The words didn’t make sense to her at least not now.

“What… what are you saying?” she muttered, trying to push him away again, but his hold only tightened.

“David, leave me!” she snapped, frustration and panic mixing in her voice. She pushed his chest hard, but he was too heavy, his weight nearly impossible to move.

He didn’t respond, just held her tighter, his head resting on her shoulder like he was clinging to something slipping away.

“God, you shameless bastard,” Lily hissed, gritting her teeth. Her mind was spinning, why did he come here like this?

She had no choice. Wrapping her arms around him awkwardly, she tried to shift his weight, taking small, careful steps backward to keep them from falling. His body was warm but lifeless with drunkenness, and it took all her strength not to collapse under him.

“Damn it, David,” she muttered under her breath, struggling to drag him toward the couch. “You’re so damn heavy…”

When she finally managed to lower him onto the sofa, she stumbled back a step, breathing hard. Her heart was still pounding, her hands trembling. She stared at him, his face peaceful, almost boyish in his sleep, so different from the man who had once shattered her trust.

She pressed her lips tightly together, feeling an ache in her chest she didn’t want to acknowledge.

“What am I supposed to do with you?” she whispered bitterly.

The smell of alcohol lingered in the air, and the food she had been cooking had gone cold. Lily sighed, rubbing her temple. She wanted to be angry, and she was but beneath it, something deeper stirred. A tired, uninvited sadness.

After a moment, she quietly fetched a blanket, threw it over him, and stood there for a long time watching him sleep, wondering why after everything, her heart still trembled a little just seeing him.

Lily glared at the man sleeping on her couch for a long second before shaking her head in disbelief.

“Unbelievable,” she muttered under her breath. Her stomach growled, reminding her she hadn’t eaten anything since lunch.

She walked back to the kitchen, still muttering angrily.

“Because of this useless bastard, my food got cold.” She scooped the rice onto her plate, sat down at the small dining table, and started eating. The food was lukewarm, but she was too hungry to care. Each bite carried her frustration.

Her thoughts were a mess. It’s been almost a month since he disappeared. She thought he finally decided to leave her alone. And now, he shows up drunk at her door like nothing happened.

She stabbed a piece of vegetable a little too hard with her fork, gritting her teeth.

“Why does he keep doing this?” she mumbled to herself. “He disappears, then comes back like a storm, ruins everything. Seriously… what does he even want?”

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