Semua Bab My Husband's Affair, My Anniversary Gift : Bab 281 - Bab 290

Morning light crept into the room through the half-open curtains.Jabco blinked slowly as he woke up.For a few seconds, he didn’t move. His body felt strangely light, rested, the way it used to feel years ago when sleep came easy. His head didn’t hurt. His chest felt calm. Too calm.He sat up and rubbed his temple, trying to understand why he felt like this.Then everything from last night came rushing back.Her face. Her warmth. The way she was in his arms.His head snapped to the other side of the bed.Empty.The space beside him was cold. No trace of her. No sound. No movement.His heart dropped.“Riyana?,” he muttered to himself.He clearly remembered holding her.He swung his legs off the bed and stood up, the sheet slipping from his waist. His chest felt tight now. He wasn’t a man who lost control like that. Never had been.He had been with women before. Enough times. But he had alw

Nick watched her quietly for a while. He was still tense, still shaken by what he had seen earlier.After a few minutes, he leaned closer and lowered his voice. “Is he always this… on edge?”Riyana didn’t stop typing. “No,” she said simply. “He’s just angry with me. That’s why.”She finally looked up at Nick and gave him a small, reassuring smile. “You don’t have to worry. He’s actually an easygoing person.”And that was true.Jabco only showed that side to her.With others, he was calm. Polite. Even warm when needed. In the office, most of the staff had never seen his temper. They knew he was strict. They knew he could be ruthless when it came to work. Deadlines, results, discipline. He never compromised there.But outside of work anger, he was controlled.Only Riyana ever saw the storms.Because she was the only one who handled him directly. The only on

On the second floor of the restaurant, near the wide window, Rogan stood with a cigarette between his fingers.Smoke curled lazily around him as he looked down without much interest. Then his eyes paused.He leaned slightly forward and tilted his chin toward the street below.“Hey,” he said, glancing sideways at Jabco, who was beside him. “Isn’t that your secretary?”Jabco frowned and followed Rogan’s gaze.Down there, near the crowded food stall, Riyana sat at a small table. She was laughing, her head tilted slightly as she spoke to the man across from her.It was the same man. The one he had seen her with before.Jabco’s eyes darkened without him realizing it.The street below was loud and alive. Voices, laughter, clattering plates. The smell of spices floated in the air. Riyana lifted her hand and gently pushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. The movement was small, careless, natural.The evening light softened her pale skin, making it glow in a way Jabco had never really no

Riyana wiped her mouth with her sleeve, disgusted, angry, hurt all at once.“Why?” she snapped. “You can’t find anyone else, so now you torture me instead?”His expression did not change. If anything, his gaze grew colder.“Why should I look for another woman,” he replied flatly, “when you’re right here? We already slept together once. What’s wrong with doing it again?”The words hit her like a slap.So that was all it was to him.Once, Again, Nothing more.Riyana let out a short, bitter laugh. Her chest felt tight, her fingers curled into fists, nails digging into her palms as she fought the urge to actually slap him.Riyana took a slow breath, forcing her voice to stay steady.“The first time was a mistake,” she said quietly. “And I’m not someone who keeps making the same mistake again and again.”She leaned a little closer, just enough

John spotted them first. He waved and walked over, a tablet tucked under his arm.“Riyana, you’re here already?” he smiled, then noticed Lily. “Ms. Collins"“Just Lily, Mr. Brown ,” she corrected lightly."Sorry for that, Lily " they laughed together.and turned back to Riyana.“The actor will be here in ten minutes.Riyana nodded.Lily squeezed her arm. “I’ll go check on the costume side. We’ll talk later.”Riyana nodded. “Sure.”As Lily walked away, Riyana took a deep breath and followed John further inside. The set opened up in front of her. A fake street, half-built houses, props scattered around. It was loud, messy, alive.John led her down a quiet hallway and stopped in front of a small room near the set. He opened the door and gestured for her to go in.“You can wait here for a bit,” he said in a calm, casual tone. “The actor w