My Husband's Affair My Anniversary Gift (Lily and David) novel Chapter 343

Jabco’s jaw tightened. His hands curled into fists on the table. She saw it from the corner of her eye and immediately looked away. Those dark eyes made her feel exposed.

“It’s not like I went somewhere suspicious,” she muttered quickly. “I came back home. I’m right in front of you. Why are you making a big deal out of this? Just… go away. Let me eat.”

She bent her head and started eating, the noodles suddenly tasting heavier in her mouth.

Jabco didn’t move.

He just kept staring at her.

He knew.

He knew she hadn’t gone to the gallery. He knew she had gone to the hospital. He had checked. Asked quietly. Connected the dots. And he also knew that even if he asked her directly, she would not tell him anything. She would fight. Shut down. Build walls.

So that question was pointless.

But there was something else.

Something that had been bothering him since morning.

“Where did you get the money to give your father?” he finally asked.

The question landed like a slap.

Riyana almost choked on her noodles. She coughed, quickly covering her mouth, her eyes widening in shock. She froze mid-motion, fork still in her hand.

She slowly looked at him.

Her face went blank.

Anger rose so fast in her chest that it made her dizzy.

“You…” her voice came out tight. “You checked on me?”

“His debts were cleared,” Jabco said quietly. “And last night, he had money again. Enough to gamble. When I traced it, it came from you.”

Silence filled the room.

Riyana’s fingers trembled slightly as she put the fork down. She pushed the bowl away as if she suddenly lost her appetite.

“So now you’re investigating my life too?”

she asked, her voice low but burning. “My father wasn’t enough? You had to dig into that as well?”

“That man doesn’t deserve a single rupee from you,” Jabco said, his voice hard. “He uses you. You know that.”

“I know very well who he is,” she snapped back. “You don’t need to remind me.”

“Then why did you give him money?” he demanded. “You don’t even have that kind of savings.”

Riyana stood up abruptly, the chair scraping loudly against the floor.

“Because he’s my problem,” she said, turning to face him fully now. Her eyes were red, shining with unshed tears. “Not yours. You don’t get to question me about him.”

“You’re hurting yourself,” Jabco said, standing up too. “Again and again.”

“You don't need to worry about me. Who gave you permission to look into my life?” Riyana asked, her teeth clenched so hard her jaw ached.

Her voice wasn’t loud, but it was sharp enough to cut.

Jabco’s face hardened instantly.

His lips pressed into a thin line before he spoke.

“I don’t need anyone’s permission,” he said flatly. “I’m your husband. And I asked you something. Who did you ask for money?”

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