Todos os capítulos de My Husband's Affair, My Anniversary Gift : Capítulo 291 - Capítulo 300

The door opened at that exact moment.Nick, who had just walked in, froze at the doorway. Since Riyana had left, the entire office atmosphere had been tense. Nick felt it every day.He chose his steps carefully, his words even more so.Jabco didn’t look at him.“Nick,” Jabco said coldly, his voice sharp with restrained anger, “get the car.”Nick didn’t dare ask a single question. He nodded immediately. “Yes, sir.”Jabco grabbed his coat from the chair and strode toward the door with long, forceful steps, his face dark and unreadable.Nick followed behind him in silence, knowing one thing for sure.Someone was about to pay for Jabco Grey’s mood tonight.At Lily’s apartment, the kitchen lights were on.David stood by the stove, sleeves rolled up, carefully plating the food he had just finished cooking. The aroma filled the room, warm and comforting. He had put real effort into

Riyana and Lily both turned their heads at the same time.Lily was already a little drunk. The lights above the table looked slightly blurred to her, and the noise around felt distant. Still, she recognized them instantly. Her eyes widened when she saw David standing beside Jabco.The two of them together was the last thing she expected.“What are you two doing here?” Lily asked, her voice slow but sharp enough to carry.David and Jabco exchanged a brief look. Then David stepped forward and, without any hesitation, bent down on one knee in front of her.“Mrs. Hardison,” he said calmly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, “you’re drunk.”As he spoke, he gently reached out and brushed a loose strand of hair away from her face.Lily narrowed her eyes at him. She didn’t like the way he was acting, didn’t like the way he suddenly appeared and took control like this. But to everyone&rsq

“What’s wrong with you?” Riyana snapped, anger flaring instantly.Jabco moved to the other side, got in, and locked the car.“Let me go,” she said, tugging at the handle. It wouldn’t budge. “What the hell...”“Let’s get married.”Riyana froze. Her head snapped toward him.“What…?”For a second she was sure she’d heard wrong. She had to be. Marriage? Jabco Grey? With her?Jabco closed his eyes and took a deep breath before looking at her.“Didn’t you say you want to get married? That you want a family? That you don’t want to grow old alone? Then why not choose me? We’ve known each other for ten years. Don’t you think I’m a good choice?”Riyana stared at him, completely stunned.“Am I drunk?” she muttered, shaking her head. No. She was sober. Very sober. “Why am I hearing nonsense?&rdquo

Riyana had never felt so trapped in her life.This wasn’t just a difficult situation. This was a dead end. No way forward, no way back. She had never imagined that Jabco would force her like this, corner her until marriage became a weapon. The thought alone made her chest ache.“What’s wrong with this man?” she muttered under her breath, anger and helplessness mixing together.She stood outside, staring at the tall iron gate for a long moment. That gate had always symbolized power to her. Control. Authority. Today, it felt like a warning. If she walked in through there, she wasn’t sure she would be able to walk out on her own terms.Her gaze shifted to the main entrance of the house.She knew this place too well. Every hallway. Every corner. Every quiet space. She had spent years here, working, walking behind him, managing his life. Yet today, the house felt unfamiliar. Larger. Colder. Almost intimidating.She swallowed har

“I accepted it,” she said quickly. “I’m ready to get married. I won’t fight it anymore. Just… please don’t ruin John.”His eyes darkened instantly.“He’s just my friend,” she rushed on, fear slipping into her voice. “Nothing more. Please.”The change in him was immediate.His handsome face hardened, every line sharp and cold. The warmth she had glimpsed earlier vanished, replaced by something stern and unreadable.He didn’t like this. Not at all.His grip on her jaw tightened suddenly, enough to make her wince. Pain flashed through her face, sharp and brief.“Jabco,” she gasped, trying to turn away.But how could she fight his strength?She tried to pull back, but his hold didn’t loosen. Her heart raced, fear finally pushing past confusion and desire.Anger burned in his eyes, fierce and contained. It was like watching fire trapped