Bastard Husband

Chapter 8 

Claire’s POV 

And when I came home, I immediately packed all my things, and even my wedding ring didn’t hold much interest for me anymore. So, ignoring it, I walked to the door with my belongings. That’s when I opened the door and saw Lucas standing outside my bedroom‘ s door. 

He looked shocked to see me with my things. He couldn’t believe I was taking everything. His lower lip trembled as he stepped back and stammered, “What are you doing? What is this?!” 

“I’m going abroad…” 

“What?!” His voice rose in confusion. “You’re leaving? Abroad? Why?!” 

“I’m going abroad for further training to expand my expertise. I’ve already accepted the offer, so there’s no need for you to object,” I said calmly, dragging the luggage to the living room. 

He followed me, anger etched all over his face. “Claire, I’m your husband! Why didn’t you tell me about this?! Do you think it’s okay to leave without informing me?!” 

I crossed my arms around my chest and replied, “I’m informing you now, aren’t I? What’s the problem? I can make my own decisions, just like you did with yours.” 

“No, you can’t go, Claire. You can’t just leave!” he said firmly, trying to stop me from leaving. 

Because I’d finally had enough of his crazy attitude, I opened my folder and presented him with the divorce agreement right in front of his eyes. I’d already arranged it a week ago while he was busy spending time with May that he forgot he had a wife. 

His eyes widened as he realized he was staring at the divorce paper. His hand trembled in annoyance as he snatched the paper from me. “What is this?! Are you divorcing me now?!” 

“Yes,” I replied softly. “Whether you like it or not, you have to sign it. I’ll give you a week.” 

Then, I grabbed my luggage and walked to the door with a soft sigh. I glanced at him, “Bye, Lucas…” 

He tried to chase me outside as far as the hallway. “Claire, whatever reason you have right now, just please, listen to me. We can fix it and start over again…” 

“I’ve already made up my mind, Lucas. I’m sorry…” Then, I stepped into the elevator and left him with no choice but to accept my decision to divorce him. 

“Claire… 

***** 

ONE WEEK LATER. 

I’ve been busy with the training, and it went well until my strict supervisor, Dr. Cullen, whose work requirements put me under a lot of pressure. I’m thankful because I improved a lot. 

Interestingly, Dr. Cullen is Jackson‘ s closest friend. He always kept Jackson updated on my training in Canada. 

He always informed Jackson about my training in Canada, not until I was surprised that Jackson traveled to Canada to do executive rounds just to interact with staff and patients directly, and people were speculating that he only did that just to see me. 

My colleague, Marisa, started teasing me, “Oh, here comes your prince charming…” 

I laughed it off, shaking my head. “Actually, I’m married.” 

“Hmm, we never see your husband around,” Marisa persisted, her gaze flickering to my bare hand. “No wedding ring either. I guess you’re ” 

She didn’t finish her sentence when a knock on the glass door interrupted her. Marisa opened it, and when she did, it was Jackson. 

“Good day, Doc!” Marisa bowed her head politely. 

Jackson’s eyes lit up the moment he saw me. “Hi…” he offered with a smile. 

Marisa winked at me. “Call me if you need anything.” Then, with a knowing smile, she closed the door behind her. “Hi…” I muttered softly, a blush creeping up my cheeks. 

And just as Jackson was about to speak, another knock on the door shattered the peaceful moment. Marisa slowly opened the door again. “Someone’s here to see you,” she announced, her voice laced with amusement. And my smile slowly faded as I saw Lucas standing in the doorway. 

“Lucas?‘ 

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