After catching my wife in bed with another man, I remarried novel Chapter 42

Perhaps I'm holding onto resentment, which is why I can't move on.

I watched as Clara brought James back to our home and made him a bowl of nourishing soup.

"James, I spent hours simmering this. Have some; it'll do you good."

We'd been married for years, and I knew Clara had been raised with every comfort, never having needed to lift a finger in the kitchen. I once implored her to cook me a meal—it needn't be a culinary masterpiece, I simply desired a dish prepared by her hand.

But she severed all communication with me over that incident and embarked on a three-month solitary journey. Only after offering the most abject apologies was I able to convince her to return home.

My simple desire for a meal prepared by my wife was met with her utter indifference, yet James effortlessly inspires her devotion.

It appears that even the seemingly aloof and superior Clara can transform into a doting homemaker for the man who holds her affections.

A faint smile touched James's lips. "Ah, water under the bridge. I find solace in the mere fact that you still harbor affection for me."

A wave of nausea and fury washed over me as I witnessed James's theatrical display of victimhood.

My disappointment in Clara, however, burned even brighter. She chose to place her trust in a manipulative, avaricious scoundrel rather than in me, the one who had stood by her side since childhood.