All Chapters of My Husband's Affair, My Anniversary Gift : Chapter 311 - Chapter 320

That day was different.Usually, Jabco picked her up after work. It had become a quiet routine without them ever saying it out loud. He would wait outside, sometimes inside the car, sometimes leaning against it. He never rushed her. He never complained if she came late. He just showed up.But that afternoon, he sent her a short message.Meeting tonight. Won’t be able to pick you up.Riyana read it twice.She didn’t reply immediately. She stared at the screen for a while, then locked her phone and slipped it back into her bag. She told herself it was fine. He had meetings all the time. She wasn’t a child who needed to be picked up every day.Still, something felt off.She finished her work with Lennox later than usual. It had been a long session again. When they finally wrapped up, Riyana felt tired but satisfied.Just as she stepped out of the building, her phone rang.“Kira?” she answered.“Riyana!” Kira sounded excited. “We’re going out for drinks. All of us. You’re coming.”Riyana

Next morning, Riyana woke up, grabbed her bag, and walked straight out. No good morning. No glance. No pause at the door. She didn’t even know why she was acting like this, but something inside her was refusing to slow down.Her chest felt tight again. Not anger this time. Fear.A quiet, crawling fear that sat somewhere deep and refused to leave.Last night kept replaying in her head. Jabco standing in that bar. His arm around another woman. The way his voice sounded softer with her. That image had carved itself into her mind, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t push it away.She told herself she didn’t care.She told herself their marriage wasn’t normal anyway.But her heart didn’t listen.By the time she reached work, she was already exhausted. She sat at her desk, opened her laptop, and forced herself to focus. Lines, colors, schedules. Anything that wasn’t him.She was halfway through replying

For the first time, something dark flickered in his gaze. But he quickly masked it, sighing again. “Alright. Let’s not fight. I didn’t call you here to argue.”“Then why did you call me?” she asked.Damn! She was getting irritated.He hesitated, tapping his fingers lightly on the table. “I heard about you. Your job. Your life. You’re doing well.”She didn’t answer. She keep staring him.“And,” he continued, “I thought… maybe it’s time we reconnect.”Riyana stared at him, disbelief slowly turning into anger. “Reconnect? You think you can just send a message and everything is fine?”how dare he?He met her gaze calmly. “Blood doesn’t disappear, Ri.”Her throat tightened. She looked away, focusing on the glass of water in front of her. Memories pressed in from all sides, unwanted and sharp. She took a deep breath, st

After a while, Riyana’s sobs slowly softened. Her breathing became uneven, then slow. Her head rested against his chest, her body still trembling a little.She fell asleep without realizing it.Jabco noticed the change immediately. He looked down at her face. Her lashes were wet, her brows slightly furrowed even in sleep, like her body hadn’t yet accepted peace.For a brief moment, a faint smile appeared on his lips.Then it disappeared.Her cheek was still swollen. Red. Angry against her pale skin.His eyes darkened again.Carefully, as if handling something fragile, he lifted her and laid her down on the bed. He moved slowly, afraid even the smallest movement might wake her.She didn’t stir.He crouched down and gently removed her shoes, placing them neatly to the side. Then her jacket, folding it without thinking, his hands moving on instinct. He pulled the blanket over her, tucking it around her shoulders.She s

Riyana stood inside the elevator, her back resting lightly against the cold metal wall. The soft hum of the machine moving downward filled the quiet space. She had just finished her session with Lennox, her body tired but her mind even heavier.The elevator slowed, then stopped.The doors slid open.She stepped out, adjusting the strap of her bag on her shoulder. Her thoughts were scattered. For a brief moment, she told herself to breathe, to calm down, to get through it like she always did.Her phone vibrated in her hand.She didn’t even look at the screen at first. Her instinct told her it was Jabco. Lately, he had been checking on her more often, asking when she finished, where she was. She pulled the phone out as she walked, her steps unhurried.Then she saw the message.Her steps stopped.Her heart dropped so suddenly it felt like someone had punched her chest.When are you going to send me the money? I don’t have time.