My Husband's Affair My Anniversary Gift (Lily and David) novel Chapter 348

His eyes darkened.

“Care?” he repeated. “You think I don’t care?”

He stepped closer, towering over her.

“If I didn’t care, do you think I’d be standing here?” he said. “Do you think I’d lose my mind for two days not knowing where you were?”

His voice rose at the end.

Riyana felt something twist inside her chest. For a second, doubt flickered.

Then she crushed it.

“If you cared,” she said quietly, “you wouldn’t have gone to her”

That was the sentence that broke something.

Jabco’s jaw clenched so hard it hurt.

“if you are anger because you think I sleep with her didn’t sleep with her,” he said through his teeth.

Riyana froze.

The words hung in the air.

“Is that supposed to make it better?” she asked slowly.

Mentioning sleeping together dragged trust, intimacy, and betrayal into the open. Even denying it did not remove the damage. It only shifted it.

“You’re sick,” Jabco snapped. “You twist everything in your head.”

“And you hide everything behind silence,” Riyana replied. “At least I say what I feel.”

She pointed at him.

“You think I don’t see it?” she continued.

“You didn't even mention about your relationship with her when you brought me to her gala. And you run to her when things get hard with me.”

“That’s not true,” he said immediately.

“Then look at me and say her name means nothing,” she challenged.

He opened his mouth.

No sound came out.

That silence screamed louder than any confession.

Riyana felt her throat tighten.

There it is, she thought.

“There,” she said, her voice shaking despite her effort to stay calm. “That silence. That’s my answer.”

Jabco felt it then. The real damage. He had hesitated. And she noticed.

Jabco was not still in love the way Riyana thought. But Elara was a past he never fully buried. Seeing her reopened old wounds, old habits. His hesitation came from confusion, not desire, but he knew how it looked. And he knew he had failed in that moment.

“You’re unfair,” he said harshly, trying to regain control. “You judge me, but what about you?”

“What about me?” Riyana asked.

“You let another man get close to you,” he said. “You let him take you away.”

“For work,” she repeated.

“You smiled with him,” Jabco said. “You looked free with him.”

That last sentence slipped out without permission.

Riyana stared at him.

“So you were watching,” she said slowly.

“Yes,” he admitted. “I saw everything.”

This was pure jealousy. Not pride. Not control. Jabco hated the idea that Riyana looked lighter without him. That someone else saw a version of her he never did. That hurt his ego and his heart at the same time.

“And what did you feel?” she asked.

His silence returned.

“Say it,” she pushed.

“I felt angry,” he said. “And I hated it.”

Riyana nodded slowly.

“Good,” she said. “Now you know how I feel every time I see you with another woman.”

Her voice broke at the end.

Jabco noticed.

For a second, his anger faltered.

But then she said something that shattered whatever restraint he had left.

“You know what the worst part is?” Riyana continued. “I wasn’t even surprised. Somewhere deep down, I always knew I was never your first choice.”

That was a knife.

The moment they landed, the air changed.

Riyana froze.

She turned around slowly.

Her face was pale, but her eyes were burning. Not with tears. With something far more dangerous.

“What did you just say?” she asked quietly.

Jabco opened his mouth.

Too late.

Riyana stepped forward and slapped him.

The sound was loud. Sharp. It echoed in the apartment.

Jabco’s head turned to the side from the force.

For a moment, everything went silent.

His mind went blank.

Completely empty. He tasted metal in his mouth. His cheek burned, but he barely felt it.

When he turned back to look at her, his eyes were red. Not just angry. Wounded. Furious. Shocked.

No one had ever slapped Jabco Grey before.

This was not just anger. This was humiliation. Loss of control. A crack in his authority. His ego screamed, but underneath it was something worse. Fear that he had crossed a line that could not be erased.

Riyana didn’t step back.

She stepped closer.

“Jabco Grey,” she said, her voice steady but deadly calm.

She looked straight into his eyes. Not flinching. Not afraid.

“We are getting divorced.”

The words hit harder than the slap.

“If you don’t sign the papers,” she continued, “you will see what I can do. I swear to you, I will show you hell.”

She wasn’t shouting.

That was what made it terrifying.

This was not an empty threat. This was the moment Riyana decided. Everything before this was hesitation, anger, pain. Now it was clarity. She was done surviving. She was choosing herself. And her child.