My Husband's Affair My Anniversary Gift (Lily and David) novel Chapter 365

“Mrs. Grey.”

The sound of his voice hit Riyana like a sudden shock.

She flinched hard, her shoulders jerking, heart slamming against her ribs as if it wanted to break out. She hadn’t even realized how tense her body had been until that moment. Her mind was still stuck on her father’s words, his threat, his face, the way he vanished so easily like a shadow.

Before she could gather herself, the door creaked open.

Cristo stepped inside quickly, his eyes scanning her face, then her arms, then the corners of the room. His body was alert, sharp, ready. One of his hands stayed behind his back, instinctively close to the gun he always carried.

“You okay?” he asked immediately, voice low but urgent. “Are you hurt anywhere?”

He took another step closer, his gaze searching for signs of struggle. Bruises. Scratches. Anything out of place.

Riyana watched him quietly for a second.

Only then did she notice the shape under his jacket, the slight bulge at his waist.

A gun.

She let out a slow breath.

“No one is there,” she said calmly, though her voice felt hollow even to her own ears. “You don’t need to act like this.”

Without waiting for a response, she walked past him and out of the storage room.

Cristo turned quickly and followed her, his steps matching hers. He wasn’t convinced. Not even a little.

“Mrs. Grey,” he said again, lowering his voice as they walked down the corridor. “Who was that man?”

Riyana slowed slightly, then stopped.

She turned her head just enough to give him a sideways look. His face was serious now, sharp and focused, the expression of someone trained to notice lies, danger, and patterns.

Bodyguard mode, she thought bitterly.

“No one,” she replied flatly. “And don’t say anything to your boss about what happened today.”

Cristo frowned. He knew that was impossible.

She knew it too.

Riyana looked ahead again as she continued walking, her mind racing. Since Cristo had found her in that room, it was obvious he had checked the CCTV. He must have seen her being pulled into a blind spot. But if he was still asking who the man was, then it meant one thing.

He didn’t recognize her father.

And that relief her.

Jabco already knew about her father. He knew about the money, about the past, about the man who only appeared when he wanted something.

If Jabco found out her father had come back again, he wouldn’t stay quiet. He would interfere. He would give money. Or worse, he would go after him.

She didn’t want that.

She didn’t want Jabco involved in her mess. She didn’t want pity. She didn’t want protection that came with chains. And she absolutely didn’t want anyone pointing fingers at her later for taking his money.

She knew how that story would end.

“Mrs. Grey,” Cristo said after a moment, clearly uncomfortable. “I can’t do that. He has to know. And…” He paused, then looked past her.

Her steps stopped immediately.

She felt it before she even turned around.

A presence.

Her jaw tightened as she slowly looked ahead.

Jabco was walking toward them.

He wasn’t alone. Three men followed him, their expressions cold, professional. The kind of men who didn’t need to raise their voices to make people nervous.

Riyana’s hands curled into fists at her sides.

How could she have expected Cristo to hide anything from him? Cristo worked for Jabco. His loyalty wasn’t a question. It never had been.

At first, Jabco’s expression was hard. Sharp lines carved into his face, eyes dark and unreadable. But as he got closer as his gaze locked onto Riyana, something shifted.

That hardness softened and concern replaced the anger.

"What happened?" Jabco asked Cristo.

But even as he spoke his eyes never left Riyana.

She noticed it. And it irritated her.

She rolled her eyes and turned her face away.

Here we go again, she thought. Another act. Another scene she didn’t have the energy for.

Cristo stepped forward and pulled out his phone. He handed it to Jabco without a word.

Jabco took it and looked down at the screen.

The change was immediate his jaw tightened. His eyes darkened, something dangerous flashing through them as he watched the footage. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t react outwardly. But the air around him shifted heavy and cold.

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