My Husband's Affair My Anniversary Gift (Lily and David) novel Chapter 20

David wasn’t mad.

Not about the car, at least.

Lily had stolen it, sure. She’d sold it too. The very one he had imported from Italy just a few months ago—matte black finish, custom interior, the kind of vehicle that turned heads at red lights. And yet, not an ounce of anger stirred in him because of that.

It wasn’t about the car.

Over the years, Lily hadn’t cost him much. She never asked for luxury goods. No flashy cards, no diamond necklaces, no extravagant bills. If anything, she lived like she had to save every penny, even after marrying into one of the wealthiest families in the city.

She hadn’t drained his account. She hadn’t embarrassed him publicly. Hell, she’d even done her part at public events when needed—poised, polite, invisible.

So no, he wasn’t mad about the car.

He was mad about something else entirely.

Two weeks had passed.

Two whole weeks. And still—no trace of the mysterious person backing her. No trail. No identity. No clue.

Who the hell was it?

That woman who picked Lily up outside the hotel... that car... It wasn’t ordinary. The make, the model, the license plate, all screamed wealth that was not just new money. It was old money—power money.

And his men, the ones he paid generously to dig into dirt, uncover secrets, track people down from a single thread of hair—those men had come back to him empty-handed.

Twice.

That was unacceptable.

Worse, the silence had given Marina fuel. She’d started whispering.

Maybe Lily had found herself a sugar daddy. Maybe she was planning to retaliate. Maybe she had finally figured out how to escape him.

And David hated whispers. He hated doubts. He especially hated Marina getting ideas in her head that she had leverage over him.

He sat in his office, expression sharp, one hand gripping the edge of the desk.

several high-profile media outlets were whispering about a mysterious designer named Aurora who’d debuted a bold new line and stolen attention overnight.

Their monopoly in the high-end jewelry industry was now at risk. If Aurora partnered with any rival brand, their market influence would drop. They had to acquire her.

“She’s rising fast,” his assistant reported, flipping through a tablet with photos of Aurora’s designs. “No one’s ever seen work like hers. Clean, bold, but emotional. Female buyers are already calling her the next legend.”

David leaned back in his chair, scanning the photos on the screen.

One necklace caught his eye—a delicate sapphire teardrop design, wrapped in silver vines.

It looked... familiar.

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