My Husband's Affair My Anniversary Gift (Lily and David) novel Chapter 351

When she finished, she dried her hands and walked back to the bedroom.

Jabco had just come out of the shower, his hair still damp.

She didn’t look at him.

She went to her side of the bed and lay down, facing away.

A long silence followed.

Then he spoke softly.

“Are you… not angry anymore?”

She didn’t answer.

Jabco hesitated, then moved closer, wrapping an arm around her carefully, like someone touching something fragile.

Riyana stayed still.

Her body didn’t respond. Her heart didn’t soften. Her mind stayed sharp.

He mistook her stillness for acceptance.

He leaned closer, trying to pull her attention back, trying to pull her back to him.

But inside Riyana, something hardened.

Not pain. Not sadness.

Resolve.

She opened her eyes slowly, staring into the darkness.

Finally, her voice came out. Quiet. Flat. Empty.

“Just do whatever you want,” she said. “And then leave me alone.”

The words landed between them like broken glass.

Jabco froze.

He pulled back immediately, staring at her face.

Her eyes were open now, but there was nothing in them. No anger. No love. No fire.

Just distance.

And somehow, that hurt him more than her shouting ever had.

He turned away, lying on his side, staring at the wall.

Riyana shifted slightly away from him, instinctively, like someone creating space between themselves and something unsafe.

The silence grew heavier.

Minutes passed.

Then Jabco’s voice came again, low, serious, stripped of arrogance for once.

“Think whatever you want about me,” he said quietly. “Hate me if you want.”

He paused, as if forcing the words out.

“But don’t leave.”

There was no threat in his voice. No command.

Just fear.

Riyana didn’t respond.

She stared at the wall, one hand resting unconsciously over her stomach, her heart heavy with decisions he still knew nothing about.

And in that room, in that bed, two people lay side by side.

Not as husband and wife.

But as enemies pretending to be something else.

For the last few days, the apartment had felt strange.

Not loud. Not full of fights.

Just quiet in a way that pressed on the chest.

Riyana and Jabco were still living under the same roof, sleeping on the same bed, eating at the same table. But between them, there was nothing that connected them anymore. No small talks. No arguments. No warmth. Not even cold sarcasm.

Just silence.

Riyana had decided she wouldn’t say a single word to him.

It wasn’t something she announced. She didn’t warn him. She didn’t threaten him. She simply stopped responding. If he asked something, she ignored it. If he tried to start a conversation, she acted like she didn’t hear him. If he raised his voice, she stayed calm and silent.

At first, Jabco thought it was anger.

Then he thought it was stubbornness.

After a few days, he realized it was something else.

She had shut him out completely.

That unsettled him more than anything she had ever done.

He tried different ways to break the silence.

Sometimes he spoke gently, asking her if she was feeling better, if she had eaten, if she wanted something.

Sometimes he grew impatient and questioned her sharply, asking why she was acting like this, why she was punishing him without saying anything.

Sometimes he tried to act normal, talking about work, about meetings, about random things like nothing was wrong.

Riyana never replied.

She didn’t even look at him most of the time.

But something made him pick them up.

He glanced at the top page.

His eyes froze on the words.

Pregnancy report.

For a moment, his mind refused to process it.

He read it again.

And again.

Then his breath caught in his throat.

Riyana… pregnant?

His heart started beating faster. A strange mix of emotions rushed through him all at once. Shock and Disbelief.

And then, without warning, excitement.

A child.

His child.

The thought made something warm spread in his chest. But almost immediately, fear followed. Responsibility. Reality. All the things he had avoided thinking about.

And one question burned louder than the rest.

Why didn’t she tell me?

He quickly put the papers back exactly where they were, his hands trembling slightly.

He didn’t want her to know he had seen them yet. He needed to talk to her first. Hear it from her.

He rushed out of the bedroom.

That was when he heard her voice.

“Mum… please calm down.”

Her tone was different now. Tighter. Panicked, even though she was trying to sound steady.

Jabco slowed his steps.

He saw her pacing back and forth in the living room, phone pressed to her ear, her free hand running through her hair nervously.

“Nothing serious has happened,” she said quickly, though her face showed worry. “You’re overthinking.”

She stopped near the window, her shoulders tense.

“Please, Mum, don’t panic like this,” she continued. “I’m saying I’ll come, okay? I’ll come in a few hours.”

Jabco’s worry grew.