After catching my wife in bed with another man, I remarried novel Chapter 76

The doctor gave me an exasperated look. "No need for hospitalization right now. Just

make sure she comes in regularly for treatment."

Because Lily was so agitated, they gave her a sedative and prescribed a bunch of

medications before letting us leave.

On the way home, I pretended to be concerned. "Don't worry, honey. I'll never give

up on you!"

"Get lost! I don't need your fake sympathy!"

Over the past few days, I'd been dragging her to the hospital daily, and today she

finally snapped.

"Enough, Tyler! I told you I'm not sick—don't you understand?"

I paused slightly. "Then what about the medical records? They were issued by the

hospital—how could they be fake?"

At the mention of "fake," her face showed a flicker of guilt, but of course, she

wouldn't admit to anything.

I still managed to get her to the hospital. The doctor, seeing her refusal to

acknowledge her condition and her increasingly erratic behavior, concluded that her

condition had worsened. Hospitalization was necessary. After all, mental illness

doesn't have a strict definition.

And besides... only I, having lived through this before, knew that Lily actually did have

a genetic predisposition to mental illness.

It's almost funny—she made up an illness, and it turned out to be true.

Lily's behavior certainly resembled that of a madwoman, and now she was genuinely

terrified, hiding in the bathroom and calling her mother, Margaret, for help.

Thinking of my overbearing mother-in-law... well, this should be interesting.

By the afternoon, Margaret showed up with a group of police officers in tow. "Mr.

Tyler, we've received a report that you're abusing your wife. Please cooperate with

our investigation." Seeing Margaret standing there, I couldn't help but smile. How

utterly foolish!

"Officers, you've got the wrong idea here. How could I possibly abuse my own wife?

Ever since we got married, I've taken care of her, making sure she has everything she

needs. When she got sick, I brought her to the hospital—how is that abuse?"

"How could you hide her genetic disorder from me? When I married Lily, I gave you

half a million! If I had known about her illness, I never would've married her."

"Tyler, that's not how you should put it! She got sick under your care!" Margaret tried

to argue further.

"Well, I haven't even asked you to compensate me. I've been taking Lily to see

doctors and haven't demanded the 500,000 back yet!"

Hearing this, Margaret panicked: "Oh, family shouldn't be talking like this. It was my

fault, I'm sorry..."

She was clearly afraid I might ask for the money back... don't rush, I intend to get

every last cent that's rightfully mine!

I scoffed and didn't respond. Lily was completely confined in the psychiatric hospital,

and even Margaret couldn't get her out.

I enjoyed a rare moment of peace.After a month, she had become so emaciated she

was nothing but skin and bones. When we got home and she saw the empty vanity,

she asked me, "Honey, did we get robbed?"