Bastard Husband

Chapter 3

Claire’s POV

In the past, whenever I asked Lucas a question about May, he would always find it annoying. Yet even though I no longer give a hoot, he still finds me annoying, and I have no idea how to respond to his outbursts.

After I checked on all my patients for tonight, I stretched my arms and legs. I returned to my office and put the medical records file on my table. I’yawned and squeezed my eyes, but I still didn’t want to go home-it was not home

anymore. I found it unbearable to return home and see him there.

As I lay down on my long, sky-blue couch, I tried to close my eyes and let myself drift off to sleep.

Then, the loud buzzing of my phone woke me up. I got a call from Lucas at midnight.

“Hello?” A drowsy murmur escaped my lips as I responded.

“Claire! Finally, you answered my call after calling you so many times! My stomach hurts, can you come home?” he asked.

“What? Did you just call me because you have a stomach ache?” I asked while massaging my temple; this guy gave me so much headache.

“Yes, I need your help, you’ re my wife and you’ re a doctor, right? You’re supposed to take care of me…” he said, his voice filled with accusation.

I sighed, “Okay, fine. There’s over the counter meds, try taking it and it will ease the pain.”

He suddenly raised his voice, “I don’t even know where it is! Can you just please come home?!”

I scoffed softly, realizing that I needed rest and that I had married a useless man. “I just finished my twelve-hour shift, Lucas. I can’t come home just because you have stomach pain. Call an ambulance or the pharmacy, okay? Stomach pain won’t kill you.”

Because I was too tired to hear him whining all over and over again, I ended the call without hearing his reply.

***

The next morning, I woke up and drove my car to our penthouse in the city. As I arrived at the top floor, I couldn’t help but sigh as I looked around. Lucas was waiting for me inside. He was sitting in the dining area, his dark expression indicating he was mad at me.

He looked like a toddler waiting for his mommy to come home. He stood up and asked, “Why don’t you care for me anymore?”

“What are you talking about? I just came home, and you asked me this question?” I asked calmly, then put my bag on

the table.

The room filled with tension, and he asked, “You were not like this before.”

“I care, Lucas. But I’m busy. I have a life, too. I work all day and night, and I’m so tired… I want you to understand that.” My voice trembled, frustration seeping through my words. He had no idea that those words showed how I really felt about him.

“This isn’t about you being tired! This is about you not caring me anymore!”

My mind wandered back to the past. He knew I would do anything to make him feel better because I cared so much about him in the past. I even went to his workplace just to give him some medicine, but to my surprise, he was only having fun with his friends and even mocking at me. He shooed me away like I was a real embarrassment for his image.

I opened the door to my bedroom, and he stopped me. “Is this because of May? That’s why you’re like this? Huh?!”

I didn’t answer.

“Look, Claire! There’s nothing between me and May.”

I nodded my head and replied calmly, “Okay.”

Even though I wanted to speak more, I just tried to stop myself- stopping myself from speaking all the painful unspoken thoughts in my mind.

And when he eyed how I just reacted, he disappointingly walked away and slammed the door shut, cursing angrily,

“F*ck!”