After catching my wife in bed with another man, I remarried novel Chapter 22

I was coming home from the grocery store, stepping out of the elevator, when I saw her. Sarah was standing by my door, holding a bouquet of vibrant red roses. Her beauty and elegance were hard to ignore.

I walked towards the door, intending to unlock it.

"Jason, we need to talk."

What was there left to say? I glanced at her. "Move. I'm going home."

"I was wrong about what happened. I'm here to apologize."

I was surprised. She'd never admitted to being wrong before. During our arguments, she'd always been convinced she was right, accusing me of being unreasonable. She'd let me stew in my anger, knowing it would eventually blow over.

Perhaps she was finally realizing I was serious about ending things.

I stopped, facing her. "Sarah, there's no need to apologize. We're over."

"Jason, I never wanted to break up," she said earnestly. "My parents love you, and I don't care about you running away from the wedding. Let's start over."

My heart sank. So this was the woman I'd loved for three years. She wanted to get back together, not because she missed me, but because of her parents. She wanted to reconcile to appease them.

It was laughable. What did she think marriage was?

I forced a smile. "Did your parents put you up to this?"

She remained silent, her silence answering my question.

I was close enough to see the caller ID. It was Nick.

Sarah looked conflicted, not answering the call, but Nick kept calling.

"Answer it," I said. "Don't keep him waiting."

"Just a minute," she said, backing away to answer the call.

I seized the opportunity and slammed the door shut.

Through the peephole, I watched her stare at the closed door, a defeated sigh escaping her lips.