"Sorry, I forgot. Of course, you were busy last night," I said sarcastically. "You had an important meeting and I don't want to bother you."
He snarled, "We could have saved the baby if you had told me about it!"
Sadly, my husband was once again babbling nonsense and blaming me for everything.
"Really? Are you sure about it? You were with May last night. You lied to me, Lucas."
Lucas paused and sighed, "I was not with her last night. Are you jealous again? Or maybe you lost the baby because of your nonsense jealousy?" His denial was like a wall separating us in this tense confrontation.
"Nonsense? You don't know what happened last night, Lucas. You weren't there! You'd promised me you'd come back, and I waited for hours, but you didn't!" My voice trembled.
And he raised his voice, "Because I was in a meeting with the board!"
"Oh, absolutely!" I said, dripping with sarcasm. "You were in a meeting, and not spending the night with May, right?"
"How many times have I told you—"
I cut him off, unable to stomach another lame excuse. The line went dead, and I sighed in frustration. I took a deep breath, inhaling and exhaling the anger simmering inside me.
My phone buzzed on the table, a text message from Lucas. I thought he finally understood me, but I was wrong again.
"I'm sorry. But let's forget about it."
"An apology without remorse." I whispered to myself as I let out a bitter scoff.
He sent me another message: "But why has my shirt not been ironed yet? And you don't even prepare breakfast for me."
My frustration boiled over again. Here I was, reeling from the loss of our child, and all he could think of was his basic needs. What a jerk!
A sudden knock on my clinic door startled me. "Come in," I said.
The Nurse stepped in and smiled. "Good morning, Dr. Claire! The Supervisor wants to see you."
"Oh? Uh, yeah, thanks. I'll be right there."
The Nurse left, and after a few seconds, I followed her down the hallway and into the Supervisor's office.
"Hi, Claire," he said as I entered. "Come on in."
He gestured to a chair and smiled, his fingers crossed on the desk. "I have some good news for you."
My heart skipped a beat. "What is it, Dr. Cullen?"