My Wife Dumped Me at the Altar, So I Married Someone Else

Although the company was technically hers, there were still formalities to go through.

“Of course, the first thing is to rush to the civil affairs bureau. I’m afraid if I wait any longer, someone might steal my husband away.” Melissa grinned.

Her gaze was lazy as she looked out the window.

I turned to glance outside too.

Regina stood at the entrance with a dark, stormy expression, fists clenched tightly, staring coldly at us.

Right in front of her, I deliberately bent down and kissed Melissa on the lips.

“Wife, let’s go.”

Melissa’s cheeks flushed instantly. She smiled and nodded. Nervous, she even forgot to release the handbrake as she pressed the accelerator.

Regina’s figure quickly disappeared into the distance.

Sitting in the car, I was bored, so I played with my phone. Suddenly, a news alert popped up.

[Chairman of Crawford Group severs ties with eldest son Denver.]

I glanced at it indifferently, then set the phone down.

“Melissa, I’m no longer part of the Crawford family. Do you still want me?”

She was momentarily stunned, then smiled and ruffled my hair. “Of course I do.”

She said we could live a different life together—even if it meant working odd jobs or wandering the world.

And she promised she wouldn’t let me suffer.

I looked calmly into Melissa’s face, feeling my heart fill with warmth and contentment.

She had ruined her own reputation to block unwanted suitors, and there were even rumors she had AIDS.

But I knew the truth.

She had never been in a relationship or touched any other man her entire life.

She was always the one saving me.

I thought it was just luck many times—until after Melissa passed away, when Aunt Patricia tearfully told me, “Denver, my daughter has liked you since she was little. All these years, she decided never to marry anyone else—for you.”

“Have you ever thought that there’s no such thing as endless good luck in this world?"

"What seems easy is just someone quietly bearing the weight behind the scenes.”

'Melissa, this time I will love you properly,' I promised myself.

Our married life was simple and happy.

Every time Melissa came home from work, she brought me my favorite strawberry cakes.

She was always worried I’d get bored at home, so she’d take me on road trips to nearby cities every now and then.

But half a month later, after a shower, lying in bed getting ready to sleep, I glanced at the clock and saw it was almost 11 PM, and Melissa still hadn’t returned.

Suddenly, a short video popped up on my feed.

[Suspected Affair: Gardner family’s infamous heiress allegedly caught cheating at a hotel. Police dispatched in full force to crack down on illicit activity.]

My heart suddenly tightened. I clicked into the comments.

They were full of pointed fingers and curses.

[Rich people’s world is beyond us. Didn’t she just marry the Crawford family’s eldest son? Their wedding even trended online, and now she’s out playing around.]

[Dogs never change their nature. Even if she marries a handsome guy, wild men on the side are always more tempting.]

One username caught my eye—called “Gina.”

They even tagged me in the comments.

[Look at the woman you chose. Bet you don’t even have a place to cry.]

Hesitating only briefly, I quickly changed clothes and took a taxi to the hotel.

Everyone was saying my wife had cheated.

Outside, the police had cordoned off the area. The scene looked serious.

I pushed through the crowd without care, and found Melissa inside the hotel, wearing pajamas, lying in bed with a man.

To my shock, Regina was there too.

“What are you doing here?”

“Just passing by.” Regina smirked as she crossed her arms, clearly enjoying the drama. “Regretting not marrying me now, Denver?”

“Your taste in women is truly awful.”

“You’ve barely been married for a few days, and she’s already cheating on you. Imagine the kind of humiliation you’ll suffer in the future.”

“I’m honestly curious—what kind of man could make Ms. Gardner sneaks out in the middle of the night?”

Her gaze fell with ill intent on the bulge under the blanket beside the bed.

Soft groans and muffled whimpers came from underneath.

There was no doubt—someone was hidden under there.

My face paled slightly, but I ignored her.

I stepped forward and grabbed Melissa’s hand.

“Tell me the truth. What’s going on here?”

Melissa looked straight into my eyes. “Denver, do you believe me?”

Without hesitation, I nodded.

She seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

In the next second, she pulled the blanket back.