My Husband's Affair My Anniversary Gift (Lily and David) novel Chapter 218

The silence thickened.

Then David finally spoke.

“You lied to me.”

His voice was calm. Too calm.

But Lily felt the weight behind those four words.

She looked at him, her voice steady but soft.

“I know. I'm sorry "

David didn’t move.

He didn’t blink.

His face stayed empty.

For the first time, Lily understood.

He wasn’t calm.

He wasn’t cold.

He was holding himself together.

He was stopping something inside him from breaking open.

She clenched the strap of her bag.

“David… we can talk later. Not in front of Danish.”

David looked away again.

And his reply was like ice.

“Later won’t change anything.”

Lily’s heart squeezed painfully.

Because she knew what he meant.

Nothing would bring back the years they lost.

Nothing would fix what happened.

Nothing would erase the lies, the pain, the distance.

But she still whispered,

“I know "

David stood up slowly.

“Mr. Hardison, this way, please,” one of them said, giving a small bow.

He guided them toward a private table that was already prepared. David walked ahead without slowing down, without even checking if she was keeping up. Lily followed with Danish, trying to calm her breathing as they stepped into the room set aside for them. The air felt heavier once the door closed, like the past had followed her inside.

She was already regretting coming back, letting him see their son, letting the past open itself again. She had assumed David would speak, would demand answers, would spill the anger she had expected from the moment she walked in. But to her surprise, he didn’t say a single word to her or to Danish. His silence felt heavier than shouting.

After a stretch of quiet, the food arrived. Lily’s breath caught when she saw the dishes. Every plate placed on the table used to be her favorite. She hadn’t imagined he had ever noticed, and she definitely hadn’t expected him to remember after all these years. But that didn’t matter now. She forced the thought away and focused on helping her son.

She reached over to place some food on Danish’s plate. As she did, David finally spoke.

“He’s seven years old. He should at least know how to eat by himself.”

His voice held no anger. No coldness. Just a flat tone, as if he were stating a fact. Lily paused but didn’t look at him.

“He can take care of himself,” she said softly. “I barely get much time with him, so when I do, I like feeding him myself.”

She placed a small piece of steak into Danish’s mouth. Danish smiled a little.

David didn’t respond. Instead, he cut a large piece of meat from his own plate and placed it on hers.

Lily froze. She lifted her eyes to him, unsure what to say. He didn’t look back. His face stayed unreadable.

“Eat by yourself, okay?” she told Danish.

Danish nodded and picked up his spoon.

Lily lowered her gaze and began to eat as well, her heart unsteady, wondering what was going on inside the man sitting across from her.