My Husband's Affair My Anniversary Gift (Lily and David) novel Chapter 54

In the hospital, the white lights overhead felt too bright for David’s bloodshot eyes. He sat in the corridor, his jaw tight, phone clutched in his hand.

He had already called Lily more than ten times, and each time the call had gone unanswered. The last message she sent kept replaying in his mind like a nightmare.

“David, I’m terminating our contract. I’m done playing this annoying charade. You can have your Marina, your child, your lies. I’m done.”

“Damn it, Lily, answer your fucking phone,” he cursed under his breath, his fingers trembling as he almost hurled his mobile against the wall.

Just then, the doors to the operating room opened with a creak. A doctor came out, wheeling Marina on a gurney. Her face was pale, so pale that she blended with the blanket beneath her. David instantly shoved his phone into his pocket and strode over.

“Doctor, how is her condition?” His voice was deep but steady, though inside he felt unsettled.

The doctor sighed, looking at David with professional detachment. “Since she fell from a high place, she has a few scratches. But…” He paused, then continued carefully. “As you know, we couldn’t save the baby. I’m sorry.”

Marina’s eyelashes fluttered weakly. She turned her head toward David, tears brimming in her eyes. Her lips trembled as her voice broke.

“David, I lost our child…”

Her sobs filled the hallway, piercing yet strangely distant in his ears. Then, she turned toward the doctor in desperation. “Doctor, tell me… it won’t affect my health, right? I can still have children again?”

David froze. His expression went blank, neither grief nor anger visible on his face. Because the truth was—he didn’t feel either. He couldn’t summon sorrow for this loss.

That night with Marina, when the accident happened, when his drunken body had betrayed him—it had been nothing more than a blur. He didn’t even remember the details. He had never intended for it to happen, never once considered a future with her.

Not when he was married to Lily.

The doctor adjusted his glasses, replying in a conservative tone, “We’ll have to wait and see how your recovery goes, but from what I can assess now, there shouldn’t be any problem with your health in the future.”

Marina’s eyes filled with a fragile hope as she looked at David, waiting for his response, waiting for some tenderness, some words of comfort.

All she got was a faint nod. Nothing more.

She was wheeled into a VIP ward, settled onto a wide bed with crisp sheets. The silence in the room stretched until she broke it with a small, apologetic smile.

“David, I’m sorry for today. Because of me… your mother’s birthday party was ruined. You can go first. I can.....”

But before she could finish, the doctor cut in firmly, “That’s unacceptable. Someone must stay with you. Your condition can’t be taken lightly. You’ve also lost quite a bit of blood. It’s no joke.”

Marina tried to protest again, but David’s voice cut through. “I’ll stay tonight. You need to rest.”

She blinked at him, almost touched, though she knew this wasn’t affection—this was responsibility, the kind of cold responsibility he carried like armor.

Still, she forced her voice to sound soft and concerned. “But… should I call and explain to your mother?”

Her words were deliberate. Marina knew if she wanted a place in David’s life, she needed to gain favor with Olivia as well. Today’s chaos had worked in her favor—Lily had been humiliated, David had struck her in front of everyone, and now, Lily would never forgive him. Marina had succeeded.

David was silent for a few seconds, a faint frown pulling at his brow, his impatience showing. Then, his voice came out curt. “No need.”

And that was that.

The night dragged on, long and heavy. Machines beeped softly in the ward, nurses came and went. Marina dozed in and out of sleep, but David sat on the couch beside her bed, his mind far away. He scrolled through his phone repeatedly, staring at Lily’s last message.

He wanted to call her again, but every time he pressed her contact, the line stayed blocked.

By the time dawn broke, David’s head throbbed from fatigue. He finally left the hospital in the early morning hours, the cool air biting against his skin.

Back at the mansion, the housekeeper had already begun her daily cleaning routine. The smell of disinfectant lingered faintly in the air.

“You’ve just come back, sir?” she asked, startled to see him at this hour. “Would you like some breakfast?”

“Mm,” David responded absently. He rubbed his temple, exhausted, but his voice carried its usual authority. “Where’s your Madam?”

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