My Husband's Affair My Anniversary Gift (Lily and David) novel Chapter 4

The message arrived mid-afternoon: brief, coldly formal, unmistakably David.

"Dinner. 7 PM. Delphina's. Dress accordingly."

Lily hadn't expected the invitation.

She stared at the text for a long moment, thumbs hovering.

Delphina's?

The same five-star restaurant he had once mentioned taking her to after the successful completion of Project A.

He never did. Business had gotten in the way. Marina's return had taken priority. But now, here it was months later.

Why now?

She didn't answer the message. She just showed up at 7 sharp, dressed in a sleek black dress she'd bought two years ago on impulse, back when she still hoped he'd take her somewhere nice without a reason. She'd left the tag on until tonight.

The waiters greeted her with reverent familiarity, guiding her through the quiet restaurant to a table near the tall windows. The place was empty. Every seat, every table, every candle belonged to them.

A candlelit dinner, booked exclusively for two.

David sat waiting, impeccably dressed in a charcoal suit, tie loose, eyes unreadable.

He didn't even look at her when she arrived.

She also said nothing, taking her seat across from him. A glass of wine already waited beside her plate.

He poured himself a drink, swirling it like this was a routine thing.

"You booked a whole restaurant," she said flatly, "for a woman you don't love."

He paused, lifting the glass to his lips. "You earned this dinner. You handled Project A flawlessly. Better than my executives."

"So this is… professional gratitude?"

He finally met her gaze.

"Why? Are you expecting something else too?"

Lily laughed to herself. Did she have the right to expect anything from him?

The waiter came, stiff and silent, serving course after course as if this were any ordinary anniversary dinner. But it wasn't. The air between them hummed with things unsaid.

David talked a little about work—brief updates, short remarks. She responded with polite nods, eyes scanning the flickering candlelight like it held answers.

When dessert came—a dark chocolate ganache with spiced raspberry coulis—Lily's phone buzzed.

It was a message from Noa.

"Stocks dropping. Marina scandal is everywhere. Someone leaked the gala photos."

"He's using the dinner to delay the divorce announcement. Protecting his company. Not you."

Lily's stomach turned. The chocolate turned to ash in her mouth.

Of course.

This wasn't romance. It was damage control.

She set her spoon down. "You could've just asked me to cooperate. You didn't need this elaborate dinner."

David's expression shifted, just slightly. "I thought you'd appreciate the gesture."

"I might've, if it were genuine."

He leaned back in his chair, watching her. "So. You've heard."

"I have eyes, Mr. Hardison, and ears too."

The flicker of tension darkened his gaze. "You want to discuss this here?"

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