The company was gearing up to go public, he was buried in work, yet he never missed sending those seemingly caring texts.
I'd been understanding, not making a big deal out of it, but now that felt like a colossal joke.
I powered off my phone and closed my eyes, feeling a headache tighten around my temples.
"Will, just keep the BBQ for yourself; I'm not hungry."
Everything Lucas had today, he owed it all to me.
Before we married, after my parents' tragic accident, I inherited everything they owned, and together we expanded the business.
Without me, he'd be just another faceless employee in my family's firm.
What right did he have to treat me this way?
Rage seethed within me, burning uncontrollably.
2
When I got home, Martha, my mother-in-law was chilling on the couch, legs crossed, glued to the TV.
Clearly, Lucas hadn't made it back yet.
Her face showed a hint of guilt when she saw me. Hurrying over, she said, "Back already? Oh, I've been under the weather myself, otherwise, I'd have been by your side at the hospital."
Her freshly done nails and the telltale signs of recent cosmetic tweaks were all the proof I needed that she wasn't being sincere.