Bastard Husband

Chapter 5 

Claire’s POV 

A worry woke me up out of the blue, and I didn’t even know it was morning. I checked my phone, and my eyes widened in surprise; luckily, it was Sunday, or I must drag myself to work. When I got up, I went to the living room and saw Lucas with a horrible face. 

“Hi,” I said. 

He began, “May’s son is not doing well.” 

I stared at him in silence. I couldn’t believe that my husband was worried about someone else’s child or that it was really his. 

But all I could say this time was, “Oh, okay.“, 

Then I walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge to grab some fresh milk. The next second, I knew Lucas was already there with an annoyed expression. 

“That s all you can say? 

I blinked my eyes and didn’t even know how I should react toward May‘ s child. How should I respond? I don’t consider those people to be my friends or relatives. 

“Hmm, what else do you want to say then?” I asked calmly, 

He gulped. “I paid for your expensive dinner last night! And you‘ re showing me a cold shoulder, I guess you‘ re upset because I was with May. 

I smiled at him and put the glass of milk on the table and said, “I am not mad, Lucas. Why would I be mad when you are with her? You don’t do anything to make me upset, right?” 

His lips trembled and answered calmly, “No.” 

“Then we are good, all good.‘ 

Then I took some vitamins and gulped them down with my glass of milk. Afterward, I placed the glass on the sink and walked back to the room, leaving him in the kitchen with a frustrated expression. 

He might be wondering why I didn’t seem to care anymore about his life. 

I opened my laptop and began working. Then, a knock on my door sounded. I looked up with a friendly fake smile and asked, “Hmm, do you need something?” 

He hesitantly said, “I… I have a cocktail party tomorrow night. I’d like you to come with me.” He added, “It would be great for you to meet some of my colleagues. 

But the thought of walking into a room filled with strangers on Lucas‘ arm while his family weathered in crisis won’t be a good idea. I prefer to stay at home than spend a night with him at that kind of party. 

I shook my head, “No, I don’t think I can. I’m sorry, maybe next time?‘ 

He asked, “Next time? Do you think there will be next time? 

I shrugged my shoulders, “I don‘ t know, why do you ask me?” 

He sneered sharply, “Fine, I’ll go alone.” Then he slammed shut the door and left. 

The following day, I continued as usual, working tirelessly to provide my patients with the care they deserve. When my shift ended, I walked to my office and sat in my swivel chair. I was exhausted. When my phone chimed, I froze in shock; Lucas added me to a group chat he was in with his colleagues. 

A frown creased my face as I scrolled through the photos. Lucas and May seemed blissfully happy, a picture–perfect couple. Staring at my husband with another woman felt like an insult. 

The group chat buzzed with compliments: “Lovely couple!” “What a perfect pair!” “May looks absolutely stunning!” I offered a tight smile, a bitter feeling settling in my stomach. “Are they trying to annoy me?” I muttered under my 

breath. 

Scoffing internally, I plastered a smile and typed a sarcastic message: “WHAT A PERFECT PAIR. YOU TWO DESERVE EACH OTHER!” And after I sent the message, I left the group chat. 

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