After catching my wife in bed with another man, I remarried novel Chapter 8

After descending the mountain, I secluded myself to handle all the arrangements for Aiden's funeral. Meanwhile, Amelia and Jay continued their lavish lifestyle, painting their social media feeds with images of their nonstop partying and dining.

During this time, my mother tried countless times to reach Amelia, but her calls went unanswered, leaving her with nothing but a bitter taste in her mouth and a burning anger in her heart.

All she could do was yell into her phone, "That woman has a heart of stone!"

Seven days later, I returned home to Oakville with Aiden's ashes nestled in a small urn. To my surprise, I found Amelia there, with Jay by her side. Jay's smirk was unmistakable, fueled by a sense of smug triumph.

"Casey, where have you been all this time? I called you so many times, but you never answered!"

Amelia's accusation, delivered with a hint of playful reproach, only fueled my inner bitterness. Therefore, I ignored them both, my gaze fixed on the stairs, my steps heavy with grief.

Today, I was going to pack my things and leave. This lavish home never belonged to an ordinary person like me; I had married above my station.

But she wouldn't accept my indifference. She rushed towards me, grabbing my arm, nearly sending the urn crashing to the floor. "Casey, what's wrong with you?"

Even now, she couldn't see her own flaws. Instead, she blamed me.

My anger boiled over, and I let out a bitter laugh. "Why didn't you answer my mother's calls all these days?"

Amelia frowned and pulled out a battered phone from her purse. "My phone broke. That night, after I picked up Jay, I lost it during a bet while we were gaming."

So, she was busy having fun while my son was dying because of her negligence!

"Why are you so upset, Casey?" she asked, trying to soothe my anger. "It's just a missed call. I'll apologize to your mother in person later."

Just then, I noticed the handcrafted wooden bracelet on her wrist. It was cracked in several places, as if someone had intentionally damaged it. Fury surged through me. I grabbed her wrist, barely containing my anger. "What happened to the bracelet?"

This bracelet was made from a piece of precious wood passed down from my grandfather. I had carved it myself, meticulously, as a tribute to him. I had spent countless nights carving and polishing it, pouring my heart and soul into creating this exquisite piece of art.

Amelia had always lived a privileged life, never wanting for anything. The only gift I could give her that was truly unique and meaningful was this bracelet, a testament to my love and devotion.

In fact, my hands still bore the scars from crafting it, the wounds still stinging when they got wet.

When she had first received it, she was overjoyed. She promised to cherish it always and wear it forever.

Now, she shrugged it off casually. "I bumped it on the table last night while I was playing dice with Jay. It's just a minor crack. No big deal. Don't make a fuss over it."

Remember how I reassured Aiden at the mountain peak? "Mommy wouldn't miss your birthday. She loves you the most. She's probably getting you a surprise!"

What a cruel joke!

"You still remember Aiden? I thought you'd forgotten about him!" I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

Amelia's face went blank for a moment, but she quickly recovered. "He's my son! What are you talking about?"

"I know. You're just angry, right? Because I left without a word?" she said, trying to win back my sympathy. "But you know Jay just came back from overseas. We haven't seen each other in years. And he got hurt while helping me ship something. I couldn't leave him alone."

She tried to play the victim, using her helpless charm to manipulate me, a tactic that had worked in the past. But her tears were useless now. Her actions had a devastating consequence.

"I understand," I said, my voice emotionless. "Amelia, we're getting a divorce."

She was taken aback by my statement. Her eyes widened in shock. "Casey, are you serious? You're really leaving me?"

"Yes, we're getting a divorce," I repeated, my words firm and unwavering.