My Husband's Affair My Anniversary Gift (Lily and David) novel Chapter 223

His face darkened even more. Something fierce flashed in his eyes.

Before she could take a single step away, his hand wrapped around her neck. Not tight enough to hurt her, but tight enough to trap her. He pushed her back until her shoulders hit the wall.

“David, what the hell are you doing?” she gasped, gripping his wrist and trying to push it away.

But he didn’t give her any space to talk. His breath hit her cheek. His eyes locked onto hers, full of something she couldn’t read fully. Anger. Pain. Fear. Want. All mixed into one storm.

“You think I don’t know you?” he whispered, leaning closer. “You think I don’t know what you’re doing? You came back, Lily. You brought my son to me. You think I’ll just stand by and pretend you’re nothing to me?”

Lily’s heart hammered. Her hands pressed against his chest, but she could feel his heartbeat too. Fast. Unsteady. Just like hers.

“You don’t get to do this,” she hissed. “You don’t get to walk into my house and act like you still have control.”

David’s jaw clenched. His grip loosened, but he didn’t move away. “You have no idea how much control you still have,” he said quietly. “I’m trying. I’m trying to go slow. I’m trying to be patient. But seeing that man’s name on your phone…”

He shook his head, breathing hard.

Lily stared at him, confused, angry, scared, all at once. “You have no right to touch me.”

“I have every right,” David said, his voice still low but sharp. “You are my son’s mother. Don’t forget that.”

Before Lily could answer, a small voice came from behind them.

“You… are my father?”

The words were so soft that at first Lily thought she imagined them. But both she and David froze at the same time. Slowly, they turned.

Danish stood in the doorway, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. His hair was all messy from sleep. He looked so small. So confused. He blinked a few times, trying to understand what he had just heard.

David’s whole body jerked back. He stepped away from Lily like he had been burned.

Lily’s heart dropped. Her stomach tightened. Her hands trembled for a second, but she forced herself to breathe. She quickly straightened her clothes, pulled her hair back behind her ears, and walked toward her son. Her smile wobbled a little, but she held it.

She kneeled in front of him and placed one hand on his small shoulder. With her other hand she brushed his cheek, trying to calm herself as much as trying to calm him.

Her body was still shaking from David’s hands on her, from the fight, from the kiss she didn’t want, from the anger. And now her son had heard everything. She didn’t know how he’d react.

“Yes, sweetheart,” she said gently. “He is your father.”

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