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After catching my wife in bed with another man, I remarried novel Chapter 49

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Chapter 49 is a standout chapter in After catching my wife in bed with another man, I remarried by Demeter Taylor, where the pace intensifies and character dynamics evolve. Rich in drama and tension, this part of the story grips readers and pushes the Internet narrative into new territory.

My spirit floated, trailing the ambulance as it wailed its way to the hospital morgue. I pictured my younger sister, her body frail and weakened from endless dialysis sessions, and a sudden dread washed over me.

I didn't want her to see me like this.

The iron doors of the morgue creaked open. Clara took a deep, shuddering breath and walked toward the steel table. Her trembling hands reached for the sheet covering my body when the mortician's voice cut through the silence.

"The deceased has been dead for a week, and decomposition has begun. The face was severely damaged by the assailant, and there's a deep wound on the neck. Please brace yourselves before viewing the body."

Clara remained silent. With a swift motion, she ripped away the sheet. My mangled, horrifying corpse was laid bare for all to see.

Her entire body trembled, tears streaming down her face. A choked sob escaped her lips. "Ethan, how could you leave me alone? Wake up!"

My sister's eyes overflowed. Ignoring the gruesome sight and the stench of decay, she collapsed onto my body, sobbing uncontrollably.

My throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton. I wanted to scream, to cry, but I could only watch helplessly as my sister cried herself to the verge of fainting.

Clara was crying for me. But she was the one who hung up when I pleaded for help, the one who insisted on donating my corneas. If she never loved me, why this elaborate display of grief?

My poor sister, already frail, had withered further. Her eyes held a vacant stare, her spirit still shattered by my sudden demise.

Mourners trickled in. To my surprise, even some of the company veterans showed up.

I remembered how, after Clara's father's death, Clara struggled to manage the weight of the family business. Facing those veterans, she was under immense pressure, crying nightly from the strain.

I stepped in, shouldering the burden, securing deal after deal, proving my competence until those veterans finally acknowledged my abilities and ceased their relentless scrutiny of Clara.

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