After catching my wife in bed with another man, I remarried novel Chapter 7

Being a dad really isn’t easy. On the first night after our son was born, I barely got any sleep. It was like he instinctively knew to give his mom a break—he’d only calm down when he was sleeping on me.

The little rascal even peed all over me while I was changing his diaper.

Just then, the door opened, and Samantha stormed in, flanked by a few imposing men. I instinctively stepped in front of Emily to shield her.

Samantha’s eyes twitched with barely contained anger. "Ryan, come back with me. We can still get married—I’ll even have kids with you." Her voice had an almost pleading tone.

Emily wasn’t having it. "Why do you think he should come back? After everything you’ve put him through, you think you can just waltz back in and fix it all like it never happened? What do you take him for?"

Samantha's eyes narrowed, and her voice turned icy as she glared at Emily. "And who the hell are you?

When Ryan and I were married, you were probably some nobody he hadn’t even crossed paths with yet.

You think having a baby is enough to keep him? That’s laughable. He only chose you because you look

like me. You're nothing more than a stand-in."

Emily opened her mouth to respond, but I stopped her with a gentle hand on her arm. I could feel her anger rising, but there was no need to fuel Samantha’s delusions any further.

"Don’t waste your breath on her," I said softly to Emily. "This isn’t worth your energy."

Emily clenched her fists, clearly biting back her words, but she trusted me enough to stay silent. I turned to Samantha, my voice calm but firm. "Let’s take this outside, Samantha. I don’t want you upsetting my family."

Samantha’s lips trembled as she refused to move, standing her ground like a defiant child. "No, Ryan. You need to make a choice. Me or her—who’s it going to be?"

Her demand was almost comical, but my patience was wearing thin. She barged into the hospital room, dragged her entourage along, and now she was throwing this ridiculous ultimatum at me?

For Emily’s sake, I took a deep breath and kept my voice low. "Samantha, don’t embarrass yourself like this. Let’s go outside and talk like adults. If you insist on causing a scene, I won’t hesitate to call security.

And trust me, you won’t like how that ends."

Samantha had never been afraid of threats, but something in my tone must have made her pause. She looked into my eyes and saw the resolve there. For the first time, she realized I wasn’t playing around.

Emily clenched her fists, clearly biting back her words, but she trusted me enough to stay silent. I turned to Samantha, my voice calm but firm. "Let’s take this outside, Samantha. I don’t want you upsetting my family."

Samantha’s lips trembled as she refused to move, standing her ground like a defiant child. "No, Ryan. You need to make a choice. Me or her—who’s it going to be?"

Her demand was almost comical, but my patience was wearing thin. She barged into the hospital room, dragged her entourage along, and now she was throwing this ridiculous ultimatum at me?

For Emily’s sake, I took a deep breath and kept my voice low. "Samantha, don’t embarrass yourself like this. Let’s go outside and talk like adults. If you insist on causing a scene, I won’t hesitate to call security.

And trust me, you won’t like how that ends."

Samantha had never been afraid of threats, but something in my tone must have made her pause. She looked into my eyes and saw the resolve there. For the first time, she realized I wasn’t playing around.

"Samantha," I said quietly, "even if Emily didn’t exist, we wouldn’t be together. Do you remember how my parents died? Because I do. Your little 'game' killed my father, and then you and Michael had the nerve to crash his funeral, which drove my mother to her grave. If it weren’t for Emily, I don’t know if I’d still be here."

Samantha’s face went pale, and she began to tremble. "It was an accident! Please, Ryan—if you come back to me, I’ll kneel at your parents’ graves and beg for forgiveness. Just come home."

Tears streamed down Samantha’s face, her voice breaking with emotion. "How could you let go so easily? You used to love me so much."

I resisted the urge to reach out and wipe her tears, instead turning my gaze away from her.

That’s when I saw Emily standing by the door, bundled in a puffer jacket with our son in her arms, watching us with a concerned look.

"Samantha, it’s not that I moved on quickly. It’s that life is too short. I met someone I want to spend the rest of my days with, and I’m not going to waste any more time clinging to the past. There’s no future for us, and I hope you find your way forward soon."

With that, I walked over to Emily, pulling her coat tighter around her and gently scolding her, "What are you doing down here?"

She smiled softly, her face flushed from the cold. "I was worried about you."

I rubbed my hands together and placed them over her reddened cheeks to warm her up. "I told you not to worry."

Wrapping my coat around her and our son, I said, "It’s over. Let’s go home."

Emily’s smile brightened. "Okay."

That night, Samantha stood outside for a long time.

She watched as the shadows of me, Emily, and our son appeared in the hospital window, framed by the falling snow.

Then, she quietly disappeared into the cold, snowy night.