After catching my wife in bed with another man, I remarried novel Chapter 23

As she answered the call, she disappeared from view. Within seconds, the hallway was silent again, as if she'd never been there.

I'd expected this outcome, but seeing it with my own eyes still stung.

The next morning, I went to work. As I opened my apartment door, I saw a bouquet of roses lying on the floor. The vibrant red roses from yesterday were now wilted, a sad reflection of my pathetic situation.

Before Sarah, I'd lived a carefree life. I'd traveled, explored, and enjoyed my free time. But she'd called those pursuits meaningless, a waste of time. I'd stopped traveling, prioritizing her and her demanding schedule, always available at her beck and call.

But I'd forgotten that sometimes, doing too much for someone makes them take you for granted.

I picked up the roses and went downstairs, tossing them in the trash.

The cleaning lady looked at me in surprise. "Mr. Davis, those are still good. Why are you throwing them away?"

I smiled faintly. "I don't want them anymore."

I didn't want the flowers. And I didn't want Sarah.

I ignored her attempts to win me back. She started bringing me breakfast, then afternoon tea, not just for me, but for the entire office.

My colleagues joked, "Jason, you're so lucky! Your wife is amazing, buttering us up like this."

I arrived early, taking a detour to the restroom before heading to our reserved room. As I approached the door, I heard a muffled sob.

"Sarah, if I left my fiancée for you, if I convinced your parents to accept me, could we go back to how things were?"

Sarah didn't answer. She had her back to me, her expression hidden.

Nick's voice was thick with emotion, his eyes filled with longing.

His words sent a chill down my spine. What did he mean? Had they been together before?