Tired of Loving My Bastard Husband

Grief, raw and unbearable pain ripped through me. I opened the door to my penthouse, then slumped on the floor, feeling hopeless and empty. Tears streamed down my face as I reached for my phone with my trembling fingers. I glanced at the screen, and it was 2:00 am. Hours that bled by without a blink of sleep.

Then, I received a notification. I swiped it open, and my heart sank as I saw Lucas with another woman beaming perfectly in the photo. May, his childhood sweetheart.

He swore May was just a friend, but now they have a photo together with a baby next to them—they look like a picture family perfect while I'm here, miserable.

I just lost my baby!

"This wasn't a board meeting," I said snidely. "This was him—lying. He had lied to me many times. He was a f*cking liar."

And I just realized... I'm tired of loving my bastard husband.

Claire’s POV

ONE DAY LATER.

I went to the hospital early for work; the sterile white walls offered a peaceful ambiance early that morning. My jerk husband hasn’t called me yet, but I don’t care anymore.

I sat in my swivel chair while staring at the blank screen of my computer until my phone buzzed, and I raised my eyebrow as I read the caller’s ID—LUCAS.