My Husband's Affair My Anniversary Gift (Lily and David) novel Chapter 307

Riyana hesitated, then spoke slowly. “After I left work, Jabco started acting strange"

She swallowed. “Then… he saw me with John.”

Lily frowned. “so?”

“ He misunderstood everything. He thought… he thought John and I were getting married.”

Lily stared at her. “Married?”

“Yes,” Riyana said, bitterness creeping into her voice. "And I also lied to him"

“So he destroyed John’s company because of his own imagination?” Lily’s voice rose despite herself.

Riyana nodded again.

Lily stood up suddenly. “That man has lost his mind.”

“Lily...”

“No,” Lily cut her off. “This is not normal jealousy. This is obsession. I will talk to him.”

She reached for her phone.

Riyana grabbed her wrist. “Please don’t.”

Lily looked down at her, shocked. “Why not?”

“I can handle Jabco myself,” Riyana said. “If you get involved, it will only make things worse.”

“Worse than this?” Lily asked sharply.

“Yes,” Riyana said. “Especially now.”

Lily searched her face. “Now what?”

Riyana looked away. “You just got back with David. I don’t want any misunderstanding between you two"

Lily slowly sat back down. Her anger didn’t fade, but something else appeared in her eyes. Concern.

She studied Riyana carefully. “There’s something else, isn’t there?”

Riyana let out a short laugh, bitter and tired. “I got married.”

She turned to Riyana, eyes wide. “What did you just say?”

“I got married,” Riyana repeated.

Lily’s mouth opened slightly, then closed again. For a few seconds, her mind went completely blank.

“Married… to who?” she finally asked, though she already knew the answer, yet hoping she was wrong.

Riyana didn’t look at her. “To Jabco.”

The world seemed to pause.

Lily stared at her, disbelief written all over her face. “You’re joking.”

“I’m not.”

“When?” Lily asked.

“This morning.”

Lily stood up again, pacing in front of the bench. “Why would you do that? Riyana, why would you choose to marry him?”

Riyana’s eyes filled with tears, but none fell.

“I didn’t choose love,” she said softly. “I chose damage control.”

Lily stopped pacing. She turned slowly, staring at Riyana as if she were seeing her for the first time.

“Damage control?” she repeated.

For a moment, Lily said nothing. Then she scoffed. “That man is insane. And so are you.”

“I didn’t have a choice,” Riyana snapped, finally turning to face her. “He cornered me. He didn’t give me time to think. One moment I was so anger and next I was signing a marriage license.”

Lily softened her voice. “Riyana… this isn’t normal. You know that, right?”

Riyana nodded slowly. “I know. But it’s done. On paper, I’m his wife now.”

Riyana’s lips parted, then closed.

“No,” she said honestly.

“And you?” Lily asked again, her voice quieter now, but heavier. “Do you love him?”

She already knew the answer.

Sometimes people ask questions not to hear the truth, but to confirm their fear.

Riyana didn’t reply right away. Her fingers curled slowly in her lap. She took a breath that felt too tight for her chest.

“Yes,” she said at last. “Otherwise… I wouldn’t have married him.”

Lily stared at her.

She didn’t blink. Didn’t speak. Just stared, as if Riyana had said something unreal, something that didn’t belong in the air between them.

Then suddenly, Lily laughed.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t light. It was sharp and broken, the kind of laugh that comes out when crying feels too heavy. It cracked halfway through, turning into a strange sound that made Riyana’s heart jolt.

“Lily…” Riyana stood up a little from the bench, alarmed.

Lily pressed a hand over her mouth, trying to stop herself, but the sound escaped anyway. Her eyes were shining now, wet, angry, hurt all at once.

“I can’t believe this,” she said between breaths. “I really can’t.”

Tears slid into her eyes, blurring everything in front of her. She wiped them away roughly and looked straight at Riyana.

“You foolish woman,” Lily said.

Riyana froze.

Not because of the words, but because of the look on Lily’s face. There was no anger toward her. Only pity. Deep, aching pity.

“How old are you?” Lily continued. “You’re not a teenager. You’re not a girl who doesn’t know the world. How can you still make the same mistake I did?”

Her voice trembled. “I thought you were smarter than this.”