After catching my wife in bed with another man, I remarried novel Chapter 32

I never imagined that after thirteen years of marriage, Grace would cheat on me.

She loves dancing—whether it's modern dance or ballet, she's mastered them all.

When she once said she didn't want to tarnish her passion for dance with the burden of money, I worked tirelessly after our marriage, often eating just one meal a day.

Even so, I made sure to come home every day to have dinner and take a walk with her and our child.

I handled most of the household affairs, hired two housekeepers, and no matter how busy I was, I always made time to help our child with homework in the evenings.

But now, when she talks about divorce, all she has left for me is blame.

She justified her affair by saying I didn't spend enough time with her.

She said she wasn't a rose in a greenhouse that just needed daily watering and care—she needed someone who could resonate with her soul.

Resonate with her soul?

She used to tell me that I was her rock, her pillar of strength.

I guess being her rock and resonating with her soul aren't the same thing. Maybe I never really understood her.

But that young man—his eyes told me everything the moment he saw me. There's no way he'd ever marry Grace.

The calculation and greed in his eyes were so obvious. How could Grace, who I've sheltered so well, ever see through it?

"How long have you been seeing him?"

I struggled to get the words out, feeling as if a wound in my heart had been torn open and sprinkled with salt.

Grace pursed her lips and turned away, clearly unwilling to say more.

"Why are you asking so much? Just sign the papers—nothing else concerns you anymore."

I sighed.

Despite the anger burning within me, I still didn't want them to be deceived.

"Grace, that man, Alex White, isn't as simple as he seems. You..."

"Dad, I'm so disappointed in you. I used to think you were at least an upright man, but now you're badmouthing someone behind their back. Do you think that will break the bond between Mom and Alex?"

Before I could finish, my daughter cut me off.

Her eyes were full of disgust and disdain as she looked at me.

Grace also looked at me coldly and said, "There's no need to stir things up. You'll never understand the connection between me and Alex."

"I've lived for thirty-eight years, and I've never met anyone like Alex. He understands what I'm thinking with just a glance or a gesture."

"We are so in sync; he's the missing half of my circle, my destined one."

"And you? What can you give me besides throwing money at me?"

When she talked about Alex, her eyes were filled with admiration and love.

But when it came to me, all she saw was money and contempt.

Even my daughter, who I cherished as my most precious treasure, looked at me with disdain.

Am I the one who's lost it, or have their values been completely skewed?

Ava snorted, "Of course I'm going with Mom. Staying with you would only turn me into someone who reeks of money."

"And one more thing, I really can't stand you. You come home every day just to talk about homework and make me study. You have no idea what I really want, and you're not a good father."

"Now that you're being so heartless, kicking us out without even leaving us a place to stay, don't expect me to ever acknowledge you when I grow up."

I stumbled back a step.

My daughter's words felt like a steel needle piercing my heart—painful and suffocating, leaving me utterly disappointed.

"Do as you please."

With those words, I stopped arguing with them and took my blanket into the study.

They say men don't cry easily, but only because they haven't been truly heartbroken.

I sat at my desk, tears falling uncontrollably.

In the living room, just a door away, Grace and Ava turned on the stereo and danced to celebrate.

They were celebrating their freedom from me, celebrating the freedom they'd have tomorrow.

I took a deep breath, wiped away my tears, and called my lawyer.

If they no longer love me, why should I hold on?

"Hello, Mr. Thompson. Please draft a divorce agreement for me. She gets nothing, and also, check if my wife has spent any money on another man—if she has, I want it back. As for my daughter's living expenses, just follow the standard amount; I won't give a cent more."

Grace, Ava—since you both long for this so-called freedom, I'll grant it to you.