My Husband's Affair My Anniversary Gift (Lily and David) novel Chapter 341

Riyana’s eyes snapped open.

For a moment, she could not breathe.

Her chest felt tight, like something heavy was pressed on it. Her breaths came fast and uneven, each one scraping her throat. The pain felt real. Too real. Her heart was beating so hard she could hear it in her ears.

Her eyes darted around the room in panic.

White ceiling. Soft light. Curtains moving slightly with the air.

She was on the bed.

Not on the floor. She froze.

Slowly, carefully, she lifted her hand and touched her stomach. Her fingers trembled as they pressed lightly then a little more.

No sharp pain. No burning ache, Nothing.

Her body felt tired, but not hurt.

She swallowed hard.

“So… it was a dream,” she whispered to herself.

Her head sank back into the pillow. Sweat covered her forehead. Her hair stuck to her face. The images from the dream were still clear, too clear. Jabco’s angry face. His hands. His voice. The pain. The fear.

She turned her face to the side and closed her eyes, trying to calm herself.

“I fell asleep,” she said softly. “That’s all. Nothing happened.”

But her heart was still racing.

Just then, her phone started ringing.

The sudden sound made her flinch.

She opened her eyes again and stared at the ceiling, not moving. The phone kept ringing, sharp and impatient. Her chest tightened all over again.

She took a deep breath and slowly sat up.

“It’s fine,” she told herself quietly. “Everything is fine"

She got off the bed and walked to the table where she had left her bag. Her legs felt a little weak, but she ignored it. She opened the bag, her fingers searching blindly until they found her phone.

The screen lit up.

Jabco.

Her heart dropped.

Fear gripped her so suddenly that her fingers almost let go of the phone. For a second, she just stared at his name, glowing on the screen.

“It was just a dream,” she reminded herself. “He doesn’t know anything.”

She pressed answer.

“Yes?” she said, trying to keep her voice normal.

“Riyana, where are you?” Jabco’s voice came through the phone, rushed and sharp.

“Where could I be? I’m..” she started.

“Don’t try to lie,” he cut her off. “I’m standing in front of your gallery.”

Her breath caught.

Damn it.

She closed her eyes and cursed silently.

“I’m home. I...” she tried to explain.

The call cut off.

Riyana stared at the screen in disbelief.

“…Did he hang up on me?” she murmured.

She lowered the phone slowly and looked at it like it had personally offended her.

“If you’re not going to listen, then why did you even call?” she said angrily to the empty room.

She walked back to the bed and threw the phone onto it with more force than needed. It bounced once and landed face down.

She slowly raised her eyes.

Jabco was standing there.

Right in front of her.

She blinked once. Then again.

For a second, she honestly thought she was still dreaming. But no. He was real. His suit jacket was still on. His hair slightly messy. His face… angry.

But beneath that anger, there was something else. Relief. Clear and raw.

He looked at her like he had been holding his breath for hours and only now dared to exhale.

Neither of them spoke.

Then he walked toward the table.

He pulled out the chair next to her and sat down, facing her directly. His posture was straight, his expression unreadable. It felt like an interrogation room suddenly appeared in her dining space.

Riyana swallowed.

This morning, she had fought him just to go to the gallery. She had insisted. Argued. Promised. And now here she was, at home, eating noodles.

She knew exactly how this looked.

“I wasn’t feeling good,” she said quickly, before he could speak. “So I came back home. I didn’t call you because I know you’re busy. I didn’t want to disturb you since I could come back by myself.”

She kept her eyes on the bowl, stirring the noodles slowly, avoiding his gaze.

“You didn’t even enter the gallery,” Jabco said after a moment. His voice was calm, too calm. “I asked your coworkers. They said you took days off.”

Her hand stopped moving.

“So what?” she finally looked up at him.

“Now do I have to report everything to you? Can’t I change my mind?”

Her tone was sharp, defensive. Only she knew how much effort it took to sound angry instead of scared.