After catching my wife in bed with another man, I remarried novel Chapter 4

We returned to the UK.

Three months after moving in together, Emily and I officially became a couple.

For convenience, we shared an apartment, though we stayed in separate rooms. But even then, just having her near brought me a sense of peace I hadn’t felt in years.

With her by my side, I finally began to heal from the scars of my old marriage and the grief of losing my parents.

Now, my favorite part of the day is watching her enjoy the meals I cook and spoiling her with little surprises. That feeling of being truly needed—it’s something I never experienced with Samantha.

All I wanted was to give Emily everything.

After six months of dating, we flew back to the U.S. to meet her family.

From the moment I met them, it was clear Emily had been raised in a home filled with love and warmth.

Her parents took to me immediately, and soon enough, we started planning our wedding.

It wasn’t me who was in a rush—it was Emily. She teased me, saying she was afraid someone else might sweep me off my feet.

Emily threw her arms around my neck, her eyes shining with happy tears.

"And now," she whispered softly, "there’s one more person who’s going to love you just as much as I do."

During the five years I was married to Samantha, life felt like an endless stretch of time—a barren, loveless existence. I had resigned myself to being a hollow shell, a polished trophy for someone who didn’t care about me.

But with Emily, I finally understood what real happiness felt like—the kind that’s built on small, everyday moments. Now, all I wanted was for time to slow down.

And just like that, on another snowy night, our son, Ethan, was born.