After catching my wife in bed with another man, I remarried novel Chapter 54

The day of the transplant dawned bright and beautiful. After a week of relentless rain, the city was finally bathed in sunshine.

I watched as the surgeon removed a healthy kidney from the back of Clara's abdomen. The life-saving organ was then flawlessly transplanted into my sister. Time ticked by, each second an eternity, until finally, the surgery was declared a success.

My sister was the first to be wheeled out of the operating room. Clara, seemingly determined to avoid detection, had preemptively arranged with a nurse to be moved to a different location.

My spirit, tethered to Clara, couldn't go to my sister's side. But I knew Charlotte would thrive now, free from the constant worry of her failing health.

After a few days in the hospital, Clara, ignoring the nurse's protests, dressed herself, grabbed the photo album, and drove away.

Her face was calm as she navigated to the cemetery on the outskirts of town. She parked, walked directly to my tombstone, and meticulously wiped it clean with a handkerchief.

Suddenly, it dawned on me: today was the tenth, our third wedding anniversary.

"Honey," Clara whispered, staring at the tombstone, clutching the photo album to her chest.

"I've taken care of your sister, just like you wanted. The surgery was a success. She can finally live the life she deserves."

"Why don't you visit me in my dreams? Am I too wicked? Are you angry with me, so you refuse to come?"

"But I always feel you near me. You must hate me so much that you won't even enter my dreams to talk to me, right?"

I watched, unmoved, as she sobbed uncontrollably. If I hadn't married her, none of this would have happened.

With a faint smile and those final words, Clara plunged the knife into her chest, her white dress stained crimson.

She collapsed, a serene smile on her lips, the photo album still clutched in her arms.

It was time for me to go.

"I prayed that in the next life, I'd never have to lay eyes on her again.

And that was that. The world spun on, oblivious.