I picked up the phone and answered his call with a blunt voice, “Yes?”
“I saw…”
“You saw what?” I asked as if his reaction didn’t matter to me anymore.
“I read the miscarriage report on the table. Why didn't you tell me about it?!” he asked angrily, his voice filled with frustration.
"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!"