After catching my wife in bed with another man, I remarried novel Chapter 83

She began openly flirting with other men right in front of me, completely disregarding my feelings.

One late night, Emma brought a stranger back to our home.

They shamelessly embraced and kissed on the balcony, as if I didn't even exist.

"Hey, why are you just standing there? Go make us a couple of smoothies!"

Emma lay in the man's arms, her voice dripping with arrogance as she commanded me.

Swallowing my humiliation, I silently walked into the kitchen.

The man watched my retreating figure with a sneer, pulling Emma closer.

"So, this is your worthless husband? What a pathetic loser."

Emma giggled, whispering something in his ear, and they soon lost themselves in another passionate kiss.

I walked out with the smoothies, my heart twisting with pain.

After that night, Emma's dates with that man became more frequent.

They flaunted their intimacy in our home without a care, while I had to endure it all like I was invisible.

A month later, one night, Emma and that man came home completely drunk, and they started getting physical right there in the study.

I couldn't take it anymore and tried to intervene.

"What do you think you're doing? Who gave you permission to come over here?" Emma glared at me, her eyes glassy from the alcohol.

"Emma, this is our home. You can't do this..." I pleaded desperately.

"Our home? You think you have the right to call it that? If my parents hadn't pressured me, do you really think I'd have married someone as useless as you?" Emma sneered.

The man chimed in, mocking me:

"Ha, you're nothing but a coward. You don't deserve someone like Emma. If you know what's good for you, get out of here and don't ruin our fun."

As he said this, he shoved me hard, nearly knocking me to the ground.

Emma leaned into him, pouting playfully, "Babe, don't waste your breath on him. Just tell him to get lost."

Watching their intimate display, I was consumed with regret.

Why did I ever agree to this ridiculous marriage contract?

From that moment on, Emma treated me like a toy she could crush at will.

She and her lovers became increasingly cruel, tormenting and humiliating me.

One evening, I returned home from work to find the living room in chaos.

Emma was playing cards with a group of thuggish-looking men. The room was thick with smoke, and the floor was littered with empty bottles.

"Well, well, if it isn't our little loser back from work," Emma slurred, clearly drunk. "Come here, clean up this mess for the gentlemen."

I crawled to Emma, doing as she demanded—barking, crawling like a dog.

They humiliated me relentlessly, treating me like a wretched animal.

"Look at him, no different from a mutt," one of the thugs sneered, tossing a piece of bread in front of me, forcing me to fetch it with my mouth.

"Make him drink! Like a dog drinks water!" another suggested cruelly.

Emma grabbed a bottle of liquor, pouring it into a bowl and ordering me to lap it up.

The harsh alcohol burned my throat, making me cough uncontrollably, but their mocking laughter only grew louder.

Just when I thought this nightmare couldn't get any worse, it did.

Emma wrapped herself around the leader of the thugs, kissing him passionately right in front of me.

Soon, they were entangled on the couch.

"Hey, loser, watch closely and learn," Emma taunted, her voice dripping with mockery. "This is what a real man looks like."

I knelt there, my spirit utterly broken.

Even when I closed my eyes, the obscene sounds of their encounter assaulted my senses.

Time dragged on, and as the months passed, the end of our marriage contract drew closer.

I endured Emma's torment in silence, counting the days until I could finally be free.