All Chapters of My Husband's Affair, My Anniversary Gift : Chapter 361 - Chapter 370

Rose leaned back in her chair, completely relaxed. Too relaxed. “He told me himself last night.”Riyana’s fingers tightened around the cup.“ We had a great night too,” Rose added casually, taking another bite of toast. “And he said he’s getting divorced from his wife.”Something inside Riyana snapped, though she forced her face to remain still.A great night?Divorce?Her mind raced, trying to understand what Rose was implying. She kept her voice steady with effort. “Who told you all this?”Rose gave a small shrug. “He did. Obviously.”Riyana placed her coffee cup down carefully, afraid that if she moved too fast she might reveal too much. “You don’t know anything about him,” she said sharply. “So stay away from him.”Rose studied her face with interest, like she was watching a puzzle come together.Then she chuckled. “You’re being strange again.”Riyana did not respond.Rose continued, her tone light but her eyes sharp. “It doesn’t matter whether I know him well or not. I will. In t

Cristo stopped walking when he realized the sound of Riyana’s footsteps was no longer behind him.At first, it did not alarm him. She often walked slower than him. Sometimes she stopped suddenly when her thoughts pulled her somewhere else. Sometimes she changed her direction without telling him. It had happened before.He turned around, scanning the corridor behind him.People moved around, faces unfamiliar, busy with their own worries. Riyana’s slim figure, her light-colored dress, her calm but tense walk, none of it was there.“Mrs. Grey?” he called softly, not wanting to draw attention.No answer.For a moment, he told himself not to overthink it. Maybe she had gone back to her stepfather’s ward.She worried about him constantly. Maybe she remembered something and turned around without saying anything. She did that too.Cristo turned back and walked quickly toward the ward.With every step, an uneasy feeling started to crawl into his chest.When he reached the ward, his eyes search

Riyana lowered her eyes to the plate.A sandwich. Simple and warm. Something she normally wouldn’t refuse.She stared at it for a few seconds, then slowly lifted her gaze to Jabco.He raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled.Not a sharp smile. Not teasing. Just soft and genuine.Her heart jumped without warning.It startled her how easily that smile affected her. She hadn’t seen him smile like this before, not without tension hiding underneath. This one felt real, effortless. And that scared her more than his anger ever did.She rolled her eyes quickly and turned her face away.Why does he have to smile like that?She reached for the sandwich, more out of surrender than hunger. She knew him well enough by now. If she didn’t eat, he wouldn’t let it go. Arguing would only drain her more.Better to take a few bites and end this.She lifted the sandwich and took one small bite.Instantly, her stomach twisted.A sharp wave of nausea rolled through her, so sudden it stole her breath. Her th

Her eyes met his.“Alright, don’t get angry now.”Before Riyana could step back, Jabco pulled her into his arms.It wasn’t sudden or rough. It was slow, careful, like he was afraid she might disappear if he moved too fast. His arms wrapped around her tightly, holding her close against his chest.“You make me worry,” he said in a heavy voice. “Please don’t close the door again.”His grip tightened slightly.“Shout if you want. Get angry. If it makes you feel better, you can even hit me,” he said quietly. “But don’t shut me out like that. It scares me.”Those words hit her harder than anything else.Her hands clenched around his clothes without her even realizing it. Her fingers dug into the fabric, as if she needed something solid to hold on to. Her heart squeezed painfully in her chest.Scares him?Jabco Grey… scared?She didn’t know what to say.So she stayed quiet.She stayed in his arms, her cheek resting against his chest. She could hear his heartbeat, steady but fast. She could f

Riyana turned on the hair dryer, the soft hum filling the room. She stood behind him, carefully running her fingers through his damp hair, separating the strands so the warm air could reach properly. Her touch was gentle, almost hesitant.Jabco closed his eyes.He did not say anything, but the way his shoulders slowly relaxed said enough. He liked this. He liked the quiet care in her actions, the closeness, the feeling of being looked after instead of always being the one in control.Riyana’s face remained calm, but inside, her emotions were tangled. She did not even know why she had done this. Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe it was guilt. Maybe it was fear of losing something she was not ready to admit she valued.Or maybe it was simply the fact that, despite everything, she still cared.Minutes passed slowly. When his hair was fully dry, she turned off the dryer and placed it back on the table.“That’s enough,” she said softly.Jabco opened his eyes and turned his head slightly to loo