After catching my wife in bed with another man, I remarried novel Chapter 19

"Yeah, well, my conscience is guilty. I'm not good enough for Miss Perfect," I retorted.

"Then we're in agreement," she said coldly. "You're free to find someone who is."

Her eyes were dark, like she was barely holding back her rage. She took a deep breath. "Jason, let's go back to my parents' place and talk. They're expecting you for dinner."

The mention of her parents made me feel a pang of guilt. Mr. and Mrs. Miller were nothing like Sarah. They were kind, welcoming, and had always treated me like family. Maybe they thought if they treated me well, I'd treat Sarah well in return. And I had. I'd always put her first, cooking dinner every night after work so she could relax.

But I hadn't realized that my efforts were being taken for granted. This needed to be addressed. So I agreed to go with her.

But I didn't get in her car. I drove myself. Her face tightened, but she didn't say anything.

We arrived at her parents' house. Before we even stepped inside, I heard Mrs. Miller's voice, "We're out of fruit. Go get some of Jason's favorites."

"Sure thing, be right back," Mr. Miller replied.

He came to the door, paused when he saw us, then smiled warmly. "You're here! Come in, come in. I'll be back with the fruit in a jiffy."

I felt awkward, speechless. On the drive over, I'd imagined them yelling at me, blaming me. I hadn't expected this warm welcome.

Sarah's hand tightened around her glass, her knuckles turning white. Her lips were pressed into a thin line, like she was holding something back.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

She got up to answer it, and Nick's cheerful voice floated in from the hallway. "Sarah, what's cooking? Smells amazing!"

He walked in, making himself at home, a gift bag in his hand. He froze when he saw me, then managed a weak smile. "Jason, you're here too."

My eyes swept over him, stopping at his feet. He was wearing a pair of blue slippers with teddy bears on them. They matched Sarah's pink teddy bear slippers. I felt a bitter laugh rise in my throat, but I swallowed it down.