My Husband's Affair, My Anniversary Gift นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I couldn't help but smile when I saw what was inside the red box—it was a diamond necklace. My husband came home later last night from work. He didn't wake me up, and when I woke up this morning, one of our maids told me he had already left. I didn’t know how to feel. It’s our third wedding anniversary, and he didn’t even greet me. This is the first time he hasn’t greeted me or given me a gift. Did he forget our anniversary?

And it was one of a kind. Dana, soaking in the attention, straightened her posture, her brooch gleaming even brighter under the chandeliers. "It was a gift for our anniversary. The moment I so much as glanced at it, my husband pulled a few strings and made it happen. Honestly, what could I even say?" She let out a delicate sigh, as though this level of devotion was almost burdensome. The message was clear: her husband adored her. And most importantly? She wanted Grace to hear it.

Goddess, no. “I’m sorry, Georgia,” he says again. “But I need to get Anastasia settled in. She’s our guest, and… it’s important we make a good impression.” He flashes me a smile like it’s supposed to fix things. “But hey..don’t worry. I’ll make it up to you. What do you want? A hundred thousand dollars? Two hundred?” I blink. Then scoff. Wow. Wow. My husband just blew off our anniversary to play host to another woman..and now he’s trying to buy me off? Like love is something you can trade for cash?

They were going through a divorce and Jacob happily invited him home, trying to mend the bond between husband and wife. I didn't quite understand it then that when those two are together, it is bad. They are both prone to affairs and cover up for each other, making us women ,look like fools. Edith's husband had spent Christmas with us. I could not say anything. Three days later was our anniversary yet I did not even receive a happy anniversary from Jacob. I had gone out of my way to get him a Christmas present and an anniversary present but on both occasions I was the one left empty handed.

The master bedroom smelled like him—that intoxicating blend of sandalwood and cold indifference. Lily stood in the doorway, her suitcase wheels catching on the threshold like a final protest. Five years. Five years of stolen moments in this gilded cage. They had fucked against every surface—the mahogany desk, the shower glass, the very spot where her knees now threatened to buckle. But they had never made love. Not once. Her packing took less than ten minutes. How pathetic, that a marriage could be undone faster than the time it took David to choose a tie each morning. The suitcase—bought new for their honeymoon, still faintly dusty from disuse—gaped open like a wound.

Maybe the deal wasn't as expensive for her as it first seemed. "Now what are you thinking darling, let's cut the cake" At the sound of Grasis, she was once again shocked. He was standing with a knife in his hand. "Many Happy Return of Ten Days, My Dear Wife" While talking, he moved a small piece of cake towards her mouth. "Thank You husband" He smiled at her manner for just a second then started eating the cake from her hand. "I bought you a present today." He put a necklace around her neck.

"Why can't you talk? You're going to keep it a secret? You're going to think of an excuse?" "What-" "Yes, it's me." I stared at him, my hands clenched. "Why did you do that? What's your reason for sending that to me without any explanation, huh?" "Do you intend for me to overthink? If my husband has an affair?" I stepped closer to him. "Of course not, Dianna. I just want you to know the truth." I laughed sarcastically. "The truth?" "Yes, Dianna. Your husband's cheating behind your back. And that girl he's with, they have—"

She knew right from the instant she saw those pics and videos on Nancy's feed on I*******m, she knew her husband was having an affair. And the lipstick and love charm on her birthday, it does belong to Nancy, favourite shade and name initials. A cold smile fell on her lips as she raised the glass to her lips once more. Her eyes settled on the rose bushes below. The same garden Kelvin had proposed to her. He even bought the house at a ridiculously high amount just so he could plant her favourite flowers. That was every woman's fairytale. But this fairytale doesn't include her in it. “Scumbag” she cussed through gritted teeth.

My husband asked immediately, and everyone laughed. “Well, you all have given my wife a gift. Well, I would have also added, but I have given her an empire as a gift also. What else can I do?” He asked, and they were all stunned at how shameless my husband is. “I can't pick out of her empire to give her something again!” he added, and they all laughed again. “Thank you all! But I want you all to also help me! Be a witness to a memory I don't want to allow to fade ever!” he said, and I was confused.

"Yeah, I remember you." "Yeah, we met briefly a long time ago, in the lake. It's the same day I discovered my husband was having a mistress, right?" Viviana said in a mocking tone, her eyes gleaming. Clarice smiled uncomfortably. "Yeah..." "Um, don't worry, I'm not here to talk to you about the past. I'm here to give you a gift on your wedding day because I won't be there to witness it because I'm not invited. My dear ex-husband forgot to give me an invitation card," Viviana said bitterly. "Anyhow, this is my gift for you. I hope you will like it. Can you please open it now? I want to know if you like my gifts."