After catching my wife in bed with another man, I remarried novel Chapter 75

I allowed a small smile to tug at the corners of my lips. It seemed like she couldn't

wait any longer. "Of course not," I replied.

Abandoning you wouldn't even begin to ease the hatred I feel inside.

"But I don't believe you. I'm so scared..." She leaned on my shoulder, crying her heart

out, looking as pitiful as ever.

A flash of disgust crossed my face as I pushed her away. "Careful, don't cry on my suit

—it's expensive."

Her sobs grew louder. "See? I knew it, men are all heartless! You're already fed up

with me!"

I was utterly fed up with her constant crying. I threw out a casual, "Believe what you

want," and turned to leave.

Realizing I wasn't taking the bait, she looked a bit defeated, but she kept up the act.

"Honey, I... I believe you, but... couldn't you let me manage our finances? It would

really give me peace of mind."

"Where do you get the nerve?"

Her face froze. "W-what?"

"Think about it. The food you eat, the clothes you wear—everything is paid for by

me. Every single brick and tile in this house was earned by me. So... where do you get

the nerve to ask?"

Her eyes welled up with tears as she stammered, but in the end, she couldn't find a

single word to say.

I had no interest in continuing this charade, so I headed off to work.

But she wasn't ready to give up. Later, she brought up wanting to see a therapist,

claiming she needed professional counseling. Naturally, it would be expensive.

"Honey, you want me to get better, right?"

I feigned hesitation. "I think the meds are doing a good job of keeping things under

control. Why waste money on that? Don't you realize how hard I work to make that

money?"

"Besides... you don't have any self-harm tendencies right now. Let's talk about it if

that ever changes."

With that, I walked away, hoping she'd catch my hint and not disappoint me.

Sure enough, when I got home, I found Lily with her wrists slashed.

She hadn't really committed, though—the blood was barely trickling out, like

She wanted to object but couldn't find the words. She was on edge the entire ride,

and it wasn't until I parked in front of a psychiatric hospital that she finally lost it.

"Tyler! Why are you bringing me here? I'm not crazy!"

The staff here were clearly used to dealing with cases like hers. I asked a nurse to

keep an eye on her while I went to check her in and pay for the visit. Then, I led her

into the consultation room.

She kept insisting that there was nothing wrong with her, but the doctor wasn't

buying it. I handed over the diagnosis papers. "These are her previous records.

Lately, she's been self-harming, and today her mood is especially unstable."

The records were legitimate—I had checked. No idea where she got them from, but I

might as well use them.

The doctor asked Lily some questions, but she was completely uncooperative. After a

long while, the doctor sighed. "Your wife seems to be experiencing a mental disorder

triggered by severe depression..."

"Does that mean she needs to be hospitalized? I'll go ahead and get her admitted!" I

couldn't help but let a smile creep onto my face—it's like even God is on my side.