My Husband's Affair My Anniversary Gift (Lily and David) novel Chapter 245

Lily woke up slow, her whole body sore like every nerve had been pulled tight and then let go too fast. She blinked at the morning light slipping through the curtains. The room felt warm and too familiar.

For a second she wondered if she had dreamed the last seven years.

The same house.

The same room.

Their wedding photos still hanging on the wall.

The same color on the walls, the same soft smell she used to wake up to.

She swallowed hard. It felt like time had folded itself.

But then she turned her head.

That was the difference.

David was sleeping beside her. His arm heavy on her waist, holding her like he was scared she’d disappear again. His breathing deep and steady. He looked younger when he slept, softer, nothing like the man who had hurt her.

She closed her eyes in frustration. Even now, after everything, she still couldn’t think straight when he touched her. Last night she had lost her mind. She knew it. She didn’t regret it, but she knew she wasn’t thinking with her head.

She hadn’t given him another chance.

She had given both of them another chance.

But trust?

Hope?

There was none yet. Not even a small piece.

She knew how he was. She had spent nine years beside him. David wasn’t someone who got scared easily. He wasn’t someone who apologized. If he cried last night, it wasn’t something casual. It was something that came from deep inside.

Still… she didn’t trust him.

Not yet.

She carefully touched the arm around her waist and lifted it off her. She sat up and tried to stand, but her legs almost gave in. She grabbed the edge of the table and let out a soft groan.

“Great,” she muttered. “I’ll kill him.”

She walked slowly to the walk-in wardrobe and pushed the door open.

Her heart stopped.

All her clothes.

From seven years ago.

Neatly hung. Clean. Untouched.

Not a single thing missing.

Not a single thing replaced.

She didn’t even know what to feel.

Shock.

Confusion.

Something warm.

Something painful.

She reached out and touched a dress she used to wear all the time. It felt like touching her old self.

She picked a random dress and went to the bathroom. She took a fast shower, trying not to think, trying not to let her mind go back to last night.

When she stepped out, drying her hair with a towel, a low voice came from the bed.

“That dress still fits you.”

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