After catching my wife in bed with another man, I remarried novel Chapter 46

After leaving James's place, Clara lingered in her car, the engine humming, lost in thought.

I watched her scroll through her phone, her gaze lingering on my contact, her expression inscrutable.

"Why should I grovel? He doesn't deserve it," she scoffed, flinging her phone onto the passenger seat before speeding away.

Despair washed over me. She truly didn't love me. In her eyes, I was utterly insignificant.

Had I known this sooner, I would have filed for divorce long ago, liberating us both.

My spirit, tethered to Clara, followed her home.

Upon entering, she wrinkled her nose and began pacing restlessly, her hand shielding her face.

"Where the hell is Ethan? Can't he even handle this one simple task?" she muttered under her breath.

"What is that awful smell?"

She continued her tirade, flinging open every window in the house.

Finished with her ventilation efforts, she grabbed her phone and made a call. "We're out of aromatherapy oil. Why hasn't it been restocked? This place is unbearable."

"Miss, that particular oil was custom-blended for Mr. Ethan. We don't have a readily available source for it."

It was the first time she called me "honey" since our wedding, the first time she acted so affectionately.

Back then, I felt like I had finally earned her love. But it was all a facade, her affection fleeting.

Clara took the beef out of the fridge and attempted to pan-fry it. Inexperienced in the kitchen, she struggled, the meat quickly charring.

Frustrated, she dumped the entire pan, meat and all, into the sink. She then pulled out her phone, her finger hovering over my name.

But a second later, she swiped past my name and dialed James. "James, I'm scared being home alone."