My Husband's Affair My Anniversary Gift (Lily and David) novel Chapter 342

Riyana’s eyes snapped open.

For a moment, she could not breathe.

Her chest felt tight, like something heavy was pressed on it. Her breaths came fast and uneven, each one scraping her throat. The pain felt real. Too real. Her heart was beating so hard she could hear it in her ears.

Her eyes darted around the room in panic.

White ceiling. Soft light. Curtains moving slightly with the air.

She was on the bed.

Not on the floor. She froze.

Slowly, carefully, she lifted her hand and touched her stomach. Her fingers trembled as they pressed lightly then a little more.

No sharp pain. No burning ache, Nothing.

Her body felt tired, but not hurt.

She swallowed hard.

“So… it was a dream,” she whispered to herself.

Her head sank back into the pillow. Sweat covered her forehead. Her hair stuck to her face. The images from the dream were still clear, too clear. Jabco’s angry face. His hands. His voice. The pain. The fear.

She turned her face to the side and closed her eyes, trying to calm herself.

“I fell asleep,” she said softly. “That’s all. Nothing happened.”

But her heart was still racing.

Just then, her phone started ringing.

The sudden sound made her flinch.

She opened her eyes again and stared at the ceiling, not moving. The phone kept ringing, sharp and impatient. Her chest tightened all over again.

She took a deep breath and slowly sat up.

“It’s fine,” she told herself quietly. “Everything is fine"

She got off the bed and walked to the table where she had left her bag. Her legs felt a little weak, but she ignored it. She opened the bag, her fingers searching blindly until they found her phone.

The screen lit up.

Jabco.

Her heart dropped.

Fear gripped her so suddenly that her fingers almost let go of the phone. For a second, she just stared at his name, glowing on the screen.

“It was just a dream,” she reminded herself. “He doesn’t know anything.”

She pressed answer.

“Yes?” she said, trying to keep her voice normal.

“Riyana, where are you?” Jabco’s voice came through the phone, rushed and sharp.

“Where could I be? I’m..” she started.

“Don’t try to lie,” he cut her off. “I’m standing in front of your gallery.”

Her breath caught.

Damn it.

She closed her eyes and cursed silently.

“I’m home. I...” she tried to explain.

The call cut off.

Riyana stared at the screen in disbelief.

“…Did he hang up on me?” she murmured.

She lowered the phone slowly and looked at it like it had personally offended her.

“If you’re not going to listen, then why did you even call?” she said angrily to the empty room.

She walked back to the bed and threw the phone onto it with more force than needed. It bounced once and landed face down.

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