After catching my wife in bed with another man, I remarried novel Chapter 38

After my vacation, I quickly slipped back into my workaholic habits. It wasn't that I was desperate for money, but I had a lot of people depending on me for their livelihood.

One day, I had to deal with a client from Gen Z who insisted on meeting at a bar to discuss business. As luck would have it, just as I entered the bar, I bumped into a familiar face—the girl I met at the lake.

"Oh, you're finally here, Mister!" she exclaimed, wrapping her arms around me with a playful tone, though her eyes betrayed a hint of panic.

I glanced over at two men not far from us and quickly pieced together what was happening. I slipped an arm around her waist, playing along.

"My bad, I'm late. You can punish me however you like later," I said with a smile.

My client looked at me, clearly impressed. "Wow, you've got game, bro."

I chuckled and followed him into a private room, the girl still by my side. Once inside, she visibly relaxed and released her grip on me.

"Thank you," she murmured.

I smiled and told her to make herself comfortable. But no sooner had we sat down than the bar manager entered, leading in a group of about eight girls. I froze for a moment when I saw Grace among them.

Had she really fallen so low that she needed to work as a hostess in a bar?

Grace's face went pale when she noticed me, and even more so when she saw the girl sitting next to me. Her lips began to tremble.

"Ethan, how could you be with another woman?" she demanded, loud enough for everyone to hear.

I hadn't expected her to be so delusional after our divorce. I wrapped my arm around the girl next to me, giving her a reassuring smile.

"What are you talking about, Ms. White? This is my girlfriend," I said smoothly.

My client let out a dramatic "Wow!" and started clapping. "Now that's true love! Working as a hostess for the man you cheated with—bravo!"

The girl beside me rolled her eyes. "Serves you right. Cheating on your husband gets you exactly this. Mister, you better not go soft on her."

I playfully pinched her nose, redirecting the affection I once had for Grace onto her. "Don't worry, I won't."

Grace tried to say something more, but the girl turned to the manager, glaring. "What are you waiting for? Get her out of here!"

The manager, who had been awkwardly standing by, quickly moved to drag Grace away. When she resisted, a few of the other girls helped to forcibly escort her out.

My client laughed so hard he could barely breathe, signing the contract as he did so. "Damn, bro, you've had it rough. I'd feel guilty not doing business with you."

I pressed my lips together, suddenly less interested in the deal and more in the idea of punching him.