After catching my wife in bed with another man, I remarried novel Chapter 45

"If Ethan gives you any trouble, please tell me. I'll be there to support you, no matter what," James said, giving Clara a reassuring hug as she got ready to leave. "I won't let him walk all over you. Whether you end up divorcing him or not, as long as you still have a place for me in your heart, I'll be content. Or perhaps you could consider having a child with me, so I wouldn't be so utterly alone."

Clara fell silent for a moment before replying, "Let me think about it."

I stared at her, dumbfounded. She was actually considering it?

We weren't even divorced yet, and she was already contemplating having another man's child.

A bitter laugh escaped my lips. I felt like such a fool, foolishly clinging to a woman who didn't love me after all these years.

James, employing a calculated strategy of retreat, meticulously cultivated the image of a selfless and devoted man patiently awaiting Clara's return.

Only I knew that James's return into Clara's life wasn't entirely selfless.

Suddenly, memories of the past surged through me.

My father had been the chauffeur for Clara's family. My sister and I grew up in their household, utterly dependent on their benevolence.

Clara was her father's cherished daughter. When I first saw her, I perceived her as a spoiled and beautiful princess, someone aloof and difficult to approach.

Aware of our subordinate position, my sister and I always maintained a discreet presence.

However, one day, as I was walking home from school, I was cornered and beaten up by a group of bullies. It was Clara who found me, tended to my wounds, and even sought revenge on my behalf.

Clara, astonishingly, appeared to accept James's desertion overnight. She approached me and proposed marriage.

Deeply in love with her for years, I couldn't refuse this unexpected opportunity. I immediately agreed and, in front of her father, promised to hand over my salary, offering Clara a sense of security.

For years, she had resisted having children, insisting that a life with me was all she desired. Yet, now, swayed by James's manipulative charm, she yearned to bear his child.

At that moment, the agonizing truth struck me: a first love's hold could never be truly broken. Clara's actions felt like a cruel betrayal.

My only wish now was for my body to be found quickly, offering me a release from this torment and sparing me the daily agony of witnessing Clara's perceived betrayal.