After catching my wife in bed with another man, I remarried novel Chapter 73

I was reborn on the day my wife was diagnosed with depression.

At this moment, she was clutching the diagnosis paper, crying her eyes out.

"Tyler, what are we going to do? I'm still so young, and now I've been diagnosed with

depression..."

She looked so pitiful with her tears and snot, but I felt nothing. In my previous life,

this was exactly how she deceived me.

Then, as if on cue, she shifted to blaming me: "It's all your fault! If you hadn't been

working all the time and ignoring me, I wouldn't have gotten sick!"

I let out a cold, bitter chuckle. If her family hadn't pressured me for an outrageous

amount of money when we got married, I wouldn't have had to work myself to the

bone every day just to keep us afloat.

When I remained silent, she quickly put on a fearful expression: "Tyler, do you think

I'm going to die here alone? I'm so scared..."

I coldly pulled my hand away. "Lily, I provide everything for you, make sure you're

comfortable at home, and you still managed to get depression? That's pretty

pathetic."

"Don't you know how exhausting my work is every day? And you're complaining

about a little sickness?"

Her sobbing came to an abrupt stop, clearly not expecting this reaction from me.

Tears hung awkwardly at the corners of her eyes, unsure whether to fall or retreat.

I could only curse myself for being so foolish in my past life, for not seeing through

her scheme, and instead, feeling sorry for her!

I was the one out there working hard to make money while she lived a pampered life

at home. And yet, I actually pitied her!

Ridiculous. I was such an idiot.I guess I brought this on myself, letting them play me

until there was nothing left.

"Tyler... I'm not blaming you, I just..." She quickly switched to a hurt expression after

realizing her mistake.

"Do you even have the right to blame me?" I cut her off, firing back.

She looked even more hurt, and in the past, I was head over heels for that look. Now,

it just disgusted me.

Finally, she tried a different approach.

"Tyler, that's not what I meant. I... I'm just scared."

She claimed to be scared. "Can I come to work with you? I promise... I won't get in

landing me in prison. Meanwhile, my elderly mother was left alone with no one to

care for her, and I died with regret and anger.

Every time I think about it, the hatred in me burns stronger! This time around, I

won't let those two get away with it!

The next morning, Lily eagerly got up and started getting all dolled up. I can't believe

I was so blind before, never noticing anything out of the ordinary. Looking at her

now, it's obvious she's not dressing up for work—she's getting ready to meet up with

her lover. When she caught me staring, she playfully pouted and said, "Stop being

silly."

A wave of goosebumps hit me: "Why are you all dolled up just to go to the office? It's

not like you're going out to sell yourself!"

An awkward look flashed across her face. "Oh, come on, I just don't want to

embarrass you. We're running late, let's go."

There was a glimmer of eagerness and excitement in her eyes, and I knew exactly

why. I glanced at the bag of pills on the table, then told her to wait downstairs while I

went to the bathroom first.