After catching my wife in bed with another man, I remarried novel Chapter 5

On the same day, Michael got married.

I caught the news on an international broadcast, which piqued my curiosity. Why would his wedding make global headlines?

Then I saw the reason—he married a princess.

That explained everything.

I glanced at the screen for a second longer before switching channels.

Just then, my phone rang, and the sound startled my son awake. He immediately started crying. Emily shot me an annoyed look, and with a swift kick, she told me to get out of bed and take the call somewhere else.

After kissing her and our son in apology, I stepped out of the hospital room. As soon as I answered the phone, I recognized the voice on the other end—it was Samantha.

"Still mad at me?" she asked.

I looked through the glass window and saw Emily, cradling our baby in the soft glow of the afternoon sunlight. In that moment, I realized this—this was everything I had ever wanted.

I couldn’t help but chuckle. "No, I’m not mad anymore."

I could almost hear Samantha’s scoff through the phone. "Good. Then it’s time to come back."

Two years ago, those words might have made my heart skip a beat. I might have dropped everything and run back to her. But now? Too much had changed.

"Sorry, Samantha. That’s not happening. I’m busy taking care of my wife—she just gave birth today."

Her voice rose sharply. "Ryan! Don’t be ridiculous! I’m giving you a way back in. Stop messing around and take it."

"I’m not messing around. This is real. I’m married now. I have a son."

"You think you can just move on? We were married, Ryan! I never agreed to end it, so how could you marry someone else?"

"Two years, Samantha. It’s been two years, and you still haven’t changed. You think everything revolves around you. But did you ever stop to think about what you did to my parents? Do you even care about anyone but yourself?"

"Someone trying to steal your husband."

"Let me guess... Samantha?"

I nodded, fully expecting Emily to get upset.

But she just shrugged. I was ready for some kind of dramatic reaction, maybe even a small fight, but she didn’t give me the satisfaction.

"You’re really not mad?" I asked, surprised.

Emily gave me another light kick. "What, you want me to yell at you? Would that make you feel better?"

"No, it’s not that... I just thought you’d be more worried."

"Worried about what? If you really wanted to go back to her, there’s nothing I could do to stop you. And besides, I’m not so bad myself. Even if this flower doesn’t get stuck in the manure, I’ll grow just fine."