After catching my wife in bed with another man, I remarried novel Chapter 18

I caught Sarah cheating. The day before our wedding, I got a notification on my phone – a hotel check-in confirmation with her name and Nick's.

I stayed calm, waiting for her to come home and explain herself. But Sarah offered no explanation. All she texted was, "I'm ready. See you tomorrow."

Seeing that message, my stomach churned. What was I to her? A backup plan? My chest felt heavy, like I couldn't breathe. Looking around our meticulously decorated apartment, I felt a surge of anger.

Taking a deep breath, I swallowed the bitterness and texted back, "We're not getting married. We're done."

Sarah didn't reply. I didn't know if she'd even seen it, but I didn't care. I felt dirty.

I tried to push down the sadness, carefully putting my wedding suit back in its fancy box.

Sarah was beautiful, successful, a high-powered executive at a top-tier company. Everyone thought I was punching above my weight, constantly reminding me to be understanding and supportive of her demanding career. I'd taken their advice, trying my best to be the perfect husband-to-be.

But cheating? Once a cheater, always a cheater. I wanted a clean, honest marriage, not a messy, broken life. I couldn't stomach it.

Only my mom and my best friend, Mark, knew about the wedding. I texted them both, letting them know it was off. My mom was shocked, urging me to reconsider, to not be hasty. But when I told her why, she fell silent. After a long pause, she said, "Okay, honey. If you're sure, I support you."

I dismantled the wedding decorations, packed everything away. There was no point in keeping them. Then I turned off my phone and crashed. I didn't care what happened next.

Sarah flinched, looking at me with surprise. She opened her mouth to speak.

"Sarah," I said, my voice cold, "If you don't want to make this any worse, just leave."

"Jason!" she snapped, her voice tight with anger. "You left me standing at the altar, humiliated. I'm dealing with the fallout, I'm exhausted. Can't we just talk?"

"Talk about what? About what you did with him in that hotel room? Sorry, I'm not interested in your dirty little secrets."

Sarah's eyes narrowed, her face hardening. "Only a guilty conscience sees everything as dirty," she hissed.