After catching my wife in bed with another man, I remarried novel Chapter 36

For the first time in years, I finally felt a sense of peace.

I collapsed onto the large bed but found myself unable to sleep. Perhaps it was the bed itself.

I left the master bedroom and slept deeply in the guest room. The first thing I did when I woke up was instruct my assistant to liquidate all the properties under my name, including the one I was currently living in.

My reasoning was simple: I was afraid that they might regret their decision and come back to beg at my door. I'm not a heartless man. Before, I could harden my heart in the face of their coldness and make decisions. But if they returned, looking pitiful and remorseful, I couldn't guarantee that I wouldn't be swayed by family ties.

The best solution was to change all my living arrangements once and for all.

Besides, I did own quite a few properties—most of them bought during vacations with Grace and Ava. They were picky and always found something to complain about when staying at hotels.

To be safe, I also had someone look into Alex's background. The look in his eyes when he left was like that of a predator.

Once everything was arranged, I canceled my scheduled appointments and some work commitments. Most of the ongoing projects were handed over to my assistant and the operations manager.

Without Grace and Ava in my life, I had no desire to overwork myself. It was time to enjoy life on my own terms.

I decided to first take a vacation in Paris, followed by a visit to Lake Como.

After taking care of business at the office, I went home, grabbed my documents, packed a small suitcase, and gave the housekeepers some time off. I was ready to leave.

Three days later, I received all the information on Alex.

His family background was rough—his father was an alcoholic who became violent when drunk. Alex's college degree was fake; in reality, he had been kicked out of middle school after getting involved in gang fights.

He had been hustling on the streets since his teenage years, never holding down a proper job. He wasn't the type to work honestly, but he always found a way to get by. He even did time for theft.

After reading the brief, I took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

A god of love? What a joke.

Ten days later, while I was marveling at the grandeur of the Louvre, I received a text from Mr. Thompson.

He informed me that all the assets Grace had tried to transfer during our marriage had been recovered.

As for Alex, everything he owned—houses and cars—was seized. The rest of the money? Gone, spent by Alex long ago. Grace had to sell all her luxury items to cover the debt, and even then, it wasn't enough.

"Get me a place with top-notch security for now, just to store my stuff."

My assistant muttered under his breath, "Damn capitalist."

I raised an eyebrow. Has he grown this bold lately?

"What did you just say?"

I intentionally raised my voice, making him jump.

"I said, have a great vacation, boss! I'm going to look for a place right now. Bye, boss!"

He quickly hung up.

I fell back onto the bed, unable to suppress the laughter bubbling up inside me.

Living life differently isn't so bad after all.