After catching my wife in bed with another man, I remarried novel Chapter 52

The doorbell chimed, and Clara rose to answer it.

"Clara, you've been through hell. You need to move on," a voice crooned.

"No one can keep us apart now, babe. Let's go get hitched today, what do you say?" James sauntered in, wrapping Clara in a suffocating embrace, his words dripping with phony sincerity.

I watched, my blood boiling. So, she'd called this lowlife over to plan their wedding? My funeral hadn't even wrapped up, and these two lovebirds were already itching to tie the knot!

"Marriage? You're barking up the wrong tree," Clara said, a chilling laugh escaping her lips. "Today's your last dance, pal."

The moment the words left her mouth, she flicked her wrist, and ten bodyguards materialized, seizing the terrified James.

James struggled, his voice a panicked rasp. "What the hell is going on?"

"You swiped my family's money and ditched me the day before our wedding! Why'd you pin it on Ethan, you lying snake?"

"You deserve to rot! You played me like a fiddle, manipulated me into doing something unforgivable!" Clara's lips twisted into a sneer as she laid bare James's web of lies.

"You're no better than me. We're both rotten to the core!"

Despite his battered and bloodied face, James continued to taunt Clara, determined to take her down with him.

Clara trembled, her eyes squeezed shut as tears streamed down her face. Her face was the color of chalk, utterly devoid of life.

After an eternity, her eyes snapped open, burning with a hatred that could melt steel. "Beat him," she snarled, her voice dripping with venom.