“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."