My Husband's Affair My Anniversary Gift (Lily and David) novel Chapter 267

Her smile slowly faded.

“Why would I love someone who only knows how to hurt me?”

Her voice cracked.

“I hate you…”

Suddenly, tears spilled from her eyes. She started hitting his chest with her small fists, weak but desperate.

“Why don’t you ever love properly?” she cried. “Why don’t you ever love me right?”

Each word hit David harder than any punch ever could.

His chest ached.

He reached up, cupped her face gently, forcing her to look at him.

“They’re not foolish,” he said quietly, his voice breaking. “I am.”

He lowered his head and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

Then he pulled back, his eyes full of regret.

“But I love you,” he whispered. “I was wrong before. I was so wrong.”

He kissed the corner of her lips, careful, almost trembling.

Lily’s tears kept falling, soaking into his shirt.

“If you loved me, then why didn’t you love me seven years ago?” she cried, hitting his chest again. “You loved Marina. That evil woman. Why not me?”

Her words were messy, broken, soaked in alcohol and pain.

David tightened his hold on her immediately.

“I didn’t love her,” he said firmly, his voice low but shaking. “I never loved her. I always loved you. You were the only woman in my life. After I married you, there was no one else.”

He hugged her tighter, like if he loosened his arms even a little, she would disappear.

He wanted her to understand. He knew her habits. Tomorrow, when she woke up sober, she would remember every word, every sentence. Maybe that was good. Maybe this time she would finally hear him.

“If you had said you loved me seven years ago,” Lily sobbed, her voice breaking completely, “I wouldn’t have left you.”

Her fingers clutched his shirt weakly.

Lily’s tears kept falling, soaking into his shirt as she leaned into him, her body trembling.

“Because of you… I suffered…”

Her words grew slower. Her body softened against him. In the middle of her sentence, her head dropped onto his chest.

She fell asleep.

David froze.

“I know,” he whispered, his voice barely there. “I know you suffered because of me.”

Tears slipped down his face, one after another, falling silently onto her hair.

“That’s why I’m trying now,” he said hoarsely. “I’m trying not to make you suffer anymore. But everything I do… everything I did… was wrong.”

He held her like that, unmoving.

Lily slept in his arms, her breathing uneven but calm, as if she finally felt safe without knowing it.

David didn’t put her down.

He stood there for a long time, holding her tightly, afraid that if he let go, he would lose her all over again.

When Lily woke up, her head felt like it was splitting in two.

“I should stop drinking,” she mumbled, pressing her palm against her forehead as she slowly sat up on the bed.

She rubbed her temples hard.

“Shit…”

Her stomach felt heavy. Her body felt wrong. Nothing felt normal.

She pushed the blanket aside, placed her feet on the floor, and stood up carefully. The room swayed for a second, then settled. She walked toward the bathroom on instinct, then suddenly stopped.

The bathroom was on the other side.

She frowned.

Maybe it was just the headache, she told herself. She ignored the strange feeling and kept walking. When she entered the bathroom, her heart skipped.

“This… feels different,” she whispered. “What’s wrong with me?”

The layout wasn’t hers. The mirror, the sink, the tiles. Everything looked unfamiliar.

“Outside the city?” Lily’s voice rose. “Have you lost your mind? Why did you bring me here? And where is Danish?”

She pushed his hand away and stepped back.

David let out a quiet sigh and walked to the sofa. He sat down like this was the most normal thing in the world.

“I wanted us to spend some time together. In private,” he said. “Danish is with my mom. She’ll take care of him.”

The way he said it, so casual, made Lily’s chest burn.

“Who wants to spend private time with you?” she shot back. “Before deciding all this, did you even think about asking me?”

She placed her hands on her waist, standing stiff and furious, like she might actually attack him.

“I did ask you,” David replied calmly.

“When?” Lily snapped. “Why don’t I remember that?”

“I knew you’d say this,” he said. “That’s why I recorded it.”

He pulled his phone from his pocket, tapped the screen, then stood up and held it in front of her.

“Look.”

Lily narrowed her eyes and stared at the screen.

The video played.

She was lying on her bed, eyes half closed, clearly drunk. David’s voice came through clearly.

“Babe, let’s go somewhere. Just the two of us, okay?”

In the video, she nodded slowly.

“Okay,” she murmured.

The clip ended.

Lily’s jaw tightened.

“That was last night,” she said coldly. “I was drunk.”

She looked up at him, anger and disbelief burning in her eyes.

“This isn’t fair.”