My Doctor Husband Made Me Book Appointments, So I Booked Our Divorce Chapter 06

Evan began calling me. Again and again.

He never got through

“So this is how much it hurts when you can’t reach someone.”

For the first time, Evan understood how I’d felt. He struck his own head in remorse, then sank

to the floor, defeated.

When Brooke came in, beer bottles were scattered all over the floor.

She couldn’t bear to see him like that. She walked over and snatched the bottle from his hand.

“You’re doing all this over one woman? Is she worth it?”

“She’s just playing hard to get. She wants you to crawl back and apologize.”

“Evan, have you forgotten your dream of running this hospital?”

Her attempts to spur him on only made him feel worse.

He’d spent years listening to Brooke and chasing the next promotion. In the process, he’d lost the person who mattered most to him.

“You knew about Claire’s father’s surgery, didn’t you?”

“She called me over and over, and you rejected every call. Didn’t you?”

“Brooke Lawson, who gave you the right to decide how deal with my own family?”

His shouting made Brooke flinch.

She was so frightened she could barely speak.

“Evan, I’m sorry.”

“It was my fault.”

“Claire’s gone, but you still have me…

She moved forward and hugged him, but he shoved her away.

Evan staggered to his feet and looked down at her coldly.

“Brooke, who do you think you are?”

“No one means more to me than Claire.”

Brooke couldn’t find an answer to that.

She’d liked Evan since her freshman year, but he’d already had a girlfriend then.

Even then, though, she hadn’t thought his family background was good enough for her.

Then she’d returned to the States and learned he’d landed a job at the best hospital. Suddenly, her interest had flared again.

For all these years, she’d settled for being his assistant.

She’d wanted to help him rise higher, then take his wife’s place.

She’d thought she was almost there.

Two sentences from Evan destroyed everything she’d worked for.

“Get out.”

Brooke got to her feet, unwilling to accept it.

She reached the door. Before she could leave, his cold voice followed her.

“You’d better request a transfer yourself.”

That killed the last of her hope.

Evan gathered up the unused vacation days he’d carried over from previous years and started

his leave early.

He knew there was something more important than his career to take care of now.

Meanwhile, being with Dad made me feel like a carefree little girl again.

“Dad, what’s on the menu today?”

From the couch, I watched Dad come in with groceries, then went over barefoot.

Dad smiled and nudged me away. “Too lazy to help, but never too tired to eat. Is that why you came home, so I could wait on you?”.

I laughed and slipped my arm through his. “You’re the one who wouldn’t let me come! You said I’d just get in your way!”

It was my birthday, and Dad made my favorite lemon-butter cod.

At the table, he looked me over.

Then, trying to sound casual, he asked, “Has Evan… been in touch lately?”

At Evan’s name, my fork stopped in midair.

“No.”

I’d blocked him. How could he get in touch?

Just then, the doorbell rang.