บททั้งหมดของ My Husband's Affair, My Anniversary Gift : บทที่ 301 - บทที่ 310

Her legs weakened under her.He felt it immediately. His hold tightened, and in one smooth motion, he turned her around and pulled her fully against his chest. Her forehead pressed into him, her cheek resting against his bare skin.She could feel him now. Solid. Unmoving. His muscles shifted slightly under her touch as she instinctively braced herself against him.His heartbeat was strong beneath her palm, steady and sure, and that steadiness made her chest ache.Why does he always do this to me? she thought weakly.His hand slid up her back, slow this time, almost careful. Then his fingers slipped under the fabric of the shirt she was wearing, his skin cool against hers.Riyana trembled.Not from fear alone. From awareness. From the way her body reacted even when her heart was still confused and bruised.“Jabco…” she whispered, her voice barely there.He lowered his head, his lips brushing her temple, then her cheek. The kiss was softer now, slower, but no less intense.“Don’t look s

On the other side, Riyana still could not make herself believe it.She stood outside the registration office, not moving, not even blinking properly, her fingers tightly clutching the thin piece of paper in her hand. The marriage license felt too light, too fragile, yet it carried a weight that pressed heavily on her chest.Her eyes dropped again.Husband: Jabco Grey.The letters were clear. Too clear. There was no mistake, no misunderstanding, no space left for denial. Her name printed next to his looked unreal, like it belonged to another woman’s life, not hers.Did I really get married?The question echoed in her head again and again, but no matter how many times she asked it, the answer stayed the same. Yes. She had signed it. She had stood beside him. She had become his wife.Her throat tightened.Just a few hours ago, she had woken up in his house, wearing his shirt, her body still sore, her heart still confused. Then, without givi

Jabco’s jaw clenched. His brows twitched in anger. No one had ever threatened him like that. No one ever dared. His first instinct was to lash out, to shut her down, to remind her who he was.But before he could say anything, a cab stopped in front of her.Riyana opened the door and got in without another glance at him.The car pulled away.Jabco stood there, watching it disappear down the road, his chest tight with anger he didn’t know how to release.How dare she threaten him? How dare she speak to him like that? Did she forget who he was?And yet, beneath all that anger, there was something else.Helplessness.He hated that feeling more than anything.He turned and walked back to his car. Nick snapped out of his thoughts and quickly opened the door for him. Jabco got in without a word. Nick followed, started the engine, and drove off.The car moved smoothly along the road, but Jabco’s mind was anything but calm.

Riyana’s lips parted, but nothing came out.Lily turned away, her hands shaking. “I really thought you were different.”This felt wrong. This felt unfair. Riyana didn’t understand why Lily was reacting like this.“I don’t....” Riyana tried. “Lily, I don’t understand what you’re saying.”Lily let out a long, shaky breath and finally sat back down. She looked tired. Like she had suddenly been pulled back into a life she didn’t want to remember.“Of course you don’t,” she said softly. “You don’t know.”Riyana shook her head. “I know you married David. I know you were his secretary before. I know you left because he kept seeing his ex even after marriage. That’s all.”Lily smiled bitterly. “That’s only the surface.”She looked up at the sky, as if gathering courage. “Do you remember,” she said

Riyana hadn’t even realized how much time had passed. The sky outside the tall glass windows had turned dark, the city lights glowing softly below. This was supposed to be just the first day, an introduction, but she had stayed longer than planned.Partly because Lennox was learning faster than she expected, and partly because she could see how much effort it took for him to even hold the brush. Leaving early felt unfair.While they were cleaning the brushes and covering the paints, Riyana’s phone kept vibrating inside her bag.Again.And again.She didn’t need to check the screen to know who it was.She sighed quietly.If she answered now, it would turn into an argument over the phone. Jabco would question her, interrogate her, demand explanations. She didn’t have the energy for that. If he wanted to scold her, better do it face to face. At least then she could look him in the eye.So she ignored it.When she was