After catching my wife in bed with another man, I remarried novel Chapter 51

After the funeral, Clara took my ashes home. I couldn't fathom why she bothered with the charade of despair if she felt nothing for me.

"Ethan."

The sudden voice in the quiet room startled me. I only relaxed when I saw Clara's vacant eyes. She couldn't see me.

"I'm sorry, I was so wrong."

I watched impassively as she apologized repeatedly to the empty air. My heart was still, no ripples of emotion disturbed its surface.

People only seem to appreciate what they've lost. Her repentance felt hollow, merely a temporary reaction to the disappearance of someone who had always catered to her whims.

Knowing her, it wouldn't be long before she tossed me aside like yesterday's news and flew off into the sunset with James.

Clara's sobs subsided, and she struggled to her feet, stumbling towards the bedroom.

I followed, watching as she rummaged through my closet and pulled out a thick photo album.

"Love can be captured through the lens. It's true, isn't it?" Clara murmured, flipping through the photos, tears streaming down her face. "Ethan, you made me look so beautiful."

That album was a testament to my once-hidden love. I had bought my first camera with money earned from a part-time job, capturing Clara's beauty at every stage of her life.

I watched as Clara sat on the sofa, lost in thought, before making another call.

"James," she said, her voice flat, "would you come over and keep me company?"

She listened to the response, then hung up, her face devoid of any emotion. The faint smile she'd worn moments before had vanished without a trace.

Something felt amiss, a prickling sense of unease, but I couldn't quite grasp what it was.

A heavy, oppressive silence descended upon the room.