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

I let them into the house, blushing all the way because even after five years of marriage, my husband still gifts me like he’s trying to woo me. I thank them as they leave and immediately delve into unwrapping each gift. I smell the flowers as I do, a hobby I’d picked up since I got pregnant and suddenly became a flower person and my husband had indulged me. There are loads of gifts, a jewelry box with rubies, lingerie which fit my new size that brings a chuckle out of me, as well as a new ruby colored exclusive Chanel bag and several other luxury items. Each gift includes a personalized note from him saying things like ‘sorry I’m not with you right now’, ‘I cherish every moment we share’, ‘

“Thank you for those years, Savi.” We took a sip of champagne. As we ate, I told them more about my two-week trip. I told Edward that I had a good time with Lily and her staff. We took a tour of Hollywood, went to the spa, danced all night at an exclusive nightclub, walked by the bench, and went shopping. My husband was attentive but unusually quiet tonight. I wasn’t sure if he was even paying attention. I didn’t mind, so I continued. It was time to give him my anniversary gift.

I explain that the weight of the shocking revelation that I am just about to fill them with weighs heavily in my heart. Mr. Mazur clears his voice, curiosity etched on his eager, dull face. “And?” He asks, cocking his head to the side as if to set his ear in line with my mouth, but still not wanting to take his eyes off my mouth. His wife is no less eager, too. “You had an affair thirty years ago with a woman in your company. Her name was Hellen, and Ejay is the product of that affair.” I break the news, and thunder strikes them so hard.

Not once in five years had my husband chosen something for me—no dress, no scarf, not even the smallest trinket. When I finished packing, I looked at the gifts I had once chosen so carefully for him—watches, cufflinks, leather-bound journals. All unopened, untouched, stacked in the corner like relics of a one-sided devotion. I boxed them up, not with tears, but with a steady hand, and sent them away with the scrap dealer. Every effort, every quiet smile, every moment I had tried to bridge the distance between us—it had all dissolved into dust. Just as I turned to go back inside the villa, a sharp car horn pierced the quiet.

Lovelace sounded a little irritated on the other end of the line. "Hello, Ms. Lovelace. This is Iris' husband, Dylan," I introduced myself calmly. "I was the one who sent you that anonymous text message at Quantum Heights the other day." Her breath caught for a split second. Then, she instantly sounded wary. "What exactly are you trying to do?" "Ms. Lovelace, I'm calling to let you know that the penthouse at Tower A of Quantum Heights was bought in full by Iris as a gift for her side piece."

I ordered one of my maids. “Good evening ma’am,” Kenneth greeted me. “How are you?” I exchanged greetings. “I am fine ma’am”He replied “ What’s with the meeting today? How is my husband ?”I asked. “He is fine ma’am. He sent me to give you these documents .” While seeing my husband’s secretary, I was guessing my husband had sent my anniversary gift. I guess the documents might be for a building or land but nothing was indicated on the documents. I wondered what my husband would have given me for our third anniversary because he gave me a car for our second anniversary.

I didn't want to believe he would ever cheat on me, not with someone who left him when at his lowest. “This is not possible; there must be a mix-up somewhere,” I murmured under my breath as I rushed up the stairs. I grabbed my phone, calling my husband, Austin Nitaile. Austin and I have been happily married. It was our fourth anniversary together. I had planned so much in celebration of our anniversary when he returned from work. I wanted to celebrate uniquely, considering how he didn't show up for the last anniversary due to his business trip. Seeing such news, I couldn't wait for any more.

I said smiling remembering that moments with my wife. Then came everyone sat beside their partners. There she is. My beautiful wife and mother of my baby. She is looking cute in her night wear. She is best thing that happened to me. "You mean to say penthouse?" Xander asked excitedly and I nodded my head. Everyone here knows about that gift I am going to give her on our anniversary. Only boys not girls involved. Whenever we plan it will be between us it's not shared with our partners, girlfriends or wifes.

"Do you know why did I got this mall for you?" He whispered. Why? I wonder. "Why?" I asked. "Because, My dear wife... It's our one year anniversary..." He chuckled. My eyes widened, Ohh shit! How can I forget? It's been one year, I can't believe it. "And it's your gift!" He kissed back of my head. "I forgot that it's our anniversary." I replied. "I don't mind, I don't expect you to remember the day where I forced you to marry me..."

I reached for the small black box beside me, the Patek Philippe watch I had custom made for him. It was worth a few million dollars. A timeless, elegant piece, just like him. But that wasn't all. My husband deserved the best so I had also booked a private yacht ride, thinking we’d spend the night under the stars, just the two of us. He doesn't know what he's missing. Determined to spend tonight with him, I rose from my chair and grabbed my coat. If he wouldn’t come home, I’d bring our anniversary to him. It would be a pleasant surprise.