My Husband's Affair My Anniversary Gift (Lily and David) novel Chapter 255

Lily slowly opened her weak eyelashes. The light above her felt too bright, and it took her a few seconds to adjust. Her vision kept blurring in and out. She had no idea how long she had been out, but her body felt heavy, like she had been asleep for days. For one awful moment she thought she was dead. Everything was white, too quiet, too clean.

The first thing she truly heard was her own shaky breathing. Then the soft, steady beep of the monitor beside her.

She wasn’t dead. She was in a hospital room.

The ceiling came into focus. Then the walls. Then the cold weight of something clipped to her finger. She felt a tight pull on her arm and saw an IV line taped to her skin. Her chest rose and fell in slow, shallow breaths. Every inhale stung.

Her throat was dry like sand.

Her lips were cracked.

Her whole body ached.

She tried to move her fingers, and they trembled like they didn’t belong to her. She blinked again, trying to sit up a little, but a burning pain shot through her ribs. She sucked in air, whimpering.

What happened?

Where was she?

Was she safe?

Her mind chased every question at once, but nothing made sense.

She tried to turn her head to the side. The simple movement felt like dragging stone. A glass of water stood on the table, untouched. A small blanket covered her legs. Her shoes were gone. Someone had changed her clothes into a hospital gown.

Fear crawled up her spine.

The last thing she remembered was…

Hands grabbing her.

Darkness swallowing her.

"David...."

Her heart jumped in her chest. The monitor beeped faster.

Her breath came out shaky as she whispered, voice broken, “Where… where am I…”

Then the sound of someone shifting on a chair.

“Lily…?”

His voice came so fast, so close, it felt like it cut through a thick wall around her.

“Lily, you woke up? How are you feeling?”

Her heart jumped in her chest so hard she almost gasped. She turned her head slightly, and there he was. David. Sitting in the chair right next to her bed, his eyes red and tired, his hair messy like he had been running his hands through it a hundred times. His shirt was wrinkled. His beard looked rough, like he hadn’t shaved or slept. There were dark circles under his eyes. He looked like he had been sitting there for days.

He had.

He had just closed his eyes for a short nap, but the moment he heard her voice, he shot up from the chair like he had been waiting for this exact second. He leaned over her immediately, one hand sliding into her hair, brushing it carefully like she would break if he touched too hard.

Her eyes lifted to him slowly, and when she saw him, she froze.

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