After catching my wife in bed with another man, I remarried novel Chapter 6

While I was inside with Emily, enjoying our playful banter, Samantha’s world was unraveling under a storm cloud of emotions.

She hadn’t just hung up the phone earlier—she’d hurled it across the room, smashing it to pieces.

She couldn’t process it. She had only let Ryan go free for a couple of years, and now, he’d already settled down and had a child.

If Michael hadn’t left her to marry that foreign princess, maybe she wouldn’t feel this empty. But now?

She had no one. A hollow, gnawing void grew inside her, making it harder and harder to breathe.

"We didn’t need a marriage certificate, but I never told him I didn’t want him! How could he make this decision—getting married, having a baby—without me?"

Samantha’s frustration reached a boiling point, and she screamed for her assistant.

"Find me everything about Ryan! All of it! And get him back!"

In less than two hours, a stack of documents appeared on her desk, covering every detail of Ryan’s life over the last two years.

But one piece stood out like a dagger in her chest—a red-bordered marriage certificate. The picture of Ryan and Emily smiling together stared back at her.

As soon as she landed, she was rushed to the hospital where Ryan and Emily were.

Winter in England wasn’t as cold as she expected, but Samantha’s body was trembling uncontrollably, as if an arctic chill had seeped into her bones.

When she arrived at the hospital, she stopped outside their room, peering through the small window.

Inside, Ryan and Emily were fumbling together, laughing as they clumsily tried to change their baby’s diaper.

The scene made Samantha’s stomach twist in knots. The sight of Ryan with Emily—so happy, so domestic, so far removed from her—made her want to rip her own eyes out.