My Doctor Husband Made Me Book Appointments, So I Booked Our Divorce Chapter 03

Brooke scooped Max up with a look of concern, then turned to me.

“Claire, no matter how angry you are, you shouldn’t take it out on your child!”

That made Evan’s expression darken further.

“Are you really this angry because I told you to stop making a scene today?”

“Claire, I don’t get to sit around at home doing nothing all day like you.”

“I’m running myself ragged at the hospital. Can’t you be a little more understanding?”

His voice was cold and accusing.

To him, everything I did was a complaint about nothing.

Max hid in Brooke’s arms, his crying slowly subsiding.

I looked at the three people in front of me. They looked more like a family than we did.

The anger in my chest flared hotter.

“I have something to take care of these next few days. Since you’re home, you can look after Max.”

“If you can’t, take him to your parents.”

Only then did Evan notice the suitcase at my feet. He glared at me.

“What could you possibly have to do?”

His dismissive question came without a second thought.

“Claire, how old are you? What is this, running away from home?”

Evan kicked the suitcase hard, sending its wheels scraping across the floor with a piercing squeal.

He glared at me, livid, as though I’d done something unforgivable.

“Evan, do you know what day it is?”

“Thanksgiving. A day for family. It’s also our wedding anniversary.”

Only then did he notice the table covered with food. Embarrassment flickered across his face.

“Claire, I…”

“I’m sorry. I got so busy I forgot.”

Evan reached for me. I laughed coldly and stepped back, then picked up my suitcase and walked out without a word.

Once I was outside the apartment building, I finally let out the breath trapped in my chest.

For eight years, I’d stood by Evan as he went from having nothing to becoming a renowned surgeon.

I’d thought he was still the boy who waited outside my dorm with flowers, his love for me so fierce.

I’d thought marriage hadn’t changed how much he loved me.

Now I knew the Evan who loved me had been gone for a long time.

In the end, we hadn’t found a way through marriage together.

I took a cab to the hospital. By then, Dad had begun to wake up.

He frowned at the suitcase in my hand.

“I have a caregiver here. What are you doing back?”

“Go home. Go be with Max and Evan. You don’t need to stay.”

Dad’s color was much better, though speaking still left him a little breathless.

I helped him catch his breath. “Dad, don’t worry about it. I’m staying here to look after you for a few days. I don’t want to leave everything to the caregiver.”

When he tried to say more, I stopped him.

He asked about Evan several times. Each time, I made up an excuse.

During those days at the hospital, Evan never called me, and my son never came to see me.

Somehow, in the very same hospital, we never crossed paths.

I didn’t feel sad about it. If anything, I felt freer.

On the day Dad was discharged, someone else appeared in his room.

Brooke Lawson.

“Claire, Dr. Parker asked me to handle your father’s discharge paperwork.”

I froze, the words catching in my throat.

So Evan had known all along.

Something inside my chest felt hollow, the emptiness cold and painful.