Part 2The Copycat Husband

Caleb stood stunned.

He stared at the girl in Jonas’ arms and turned back to look at me in my loose fitting home clothes, the look on my face cold and indifferent.

“Jonas, didn’t you say you want to return to your family?” Caleb croaked, his throat parched.

Jonas chuckled and walked to the dining table, his gaze landing on the chicken soup.

“Caleb, did you really believe that?”

Jonas patted Caleb’s shoulder and cast a look of disdain on me.

“It’s just women. You don’t need to do much to coax them. Did you really end up cooking for her? That’s really cheapening yourself.”

Caleb’s back stiffened.

He hated looking cheap in front of his friends.

I looked coldly at him to see what his choice would be.

Calen suddenly turned and picked up the bowl of chicken soup he took four hours to cook and even scalded his hands in the process.

“Who said I cooked it for her?”

He poured the soup into the trash can right next to him in front of everyone.

“I was just trying my hand at cooking. Let’s go, Jonas. Drinks on me.”

He didn’t even bother casting a glance my way before grabbing his keys and heading out.

The girl next to Jonas covered her mouth and giggled. “You’re so suave, Mr. Miller. Much better than all those henpecked husbands I see around here.”

Caleb’s ego was greatly boosted by her words. He stood as straight as a ramrod.

When he walked to the door, he stopped in his tracks and said coldly with his back facing me, “Rebecca Shaw, I’ll take it that I never heard you mention divorce. It’s about time to pay for your mom’s treatment for the next half of the year.

“You’d better think carefully. Who will fill this bottomless pit for you without me?”

He shut the door behind me.

I look at the trash can filled with chicken soup, still giving off a light fragrance. I pulled out my phone and dialed a number.

“Mr. Parker, Caleb just tore the divorce papers.”

A male voice sounded through the phone.

“That’s alright. The filing he made with the court three months ago has taken effect. The notice of default judgment will be delivered to him tomorrow.”

I smiled.

“Okay. Thank you.”

The next morning, Caleb returned smelling like alcohol and cheap perfume. He flung his jacket on the couch and tugged at his necktie as he walked toward me.

I was having breakfast in the living room.

“The girl Jonas brought with him yesterday was a real sweet thing, but I didn’t touch any other women last night.”

He pulled a chair and sat down.

“Jonas said that for a man, playing the field is just par for the course. Keeping his hands to himself is an act of true devotion. I showed my devotion to you. Shouldn’t you show some gratitude for that?”

I swallowed the bread in my mouth and looked up at him.

“What do you want me to do? Award you with a chastity medal?”

The look on Caleb’s face changed immediately.

He stood up.

“Rebecca Shaw, stop being sarcastic. I tried to stand up for you before my buddy yesterday and didn’t even call Willow over. What else do you want?”

I couldn’t believe he treated the abandonment of his affair partner as standing up for me.

I put my glass of milk down.

“Caleb Miller, did you forget that you left me all alone in the hospital when I suffered a miscarriage three months ago, all because of Willow Shea? And now you’re telling me, you not asking her out is your blessing unto me?”

Emotions flickered in Caleb’s eyes at the mention of the miscarriage.

“That was an accident! Jonas’ wife suffered a miscarriage as well, but she managed to accompany Jonas to a ski trip just half a year after recovering from it. Must you bear a grudge over it until now?”

He combed his fingers through his hair irritably and pulled out a small velvet box which he threw carelessly onto the dining table.

“Alright, enough fussing. Jonas bought a necklace for that girl last night, and I bought the same one for you. Try it out and let’s consider this matter over.”

I looked at the velvet box and had no urge whatsoever to open it.

“You bought something Jonas bought for his affair partner for your wife.”

I looked straight into his eyes.

“Caleb, are you imitating Jonas or trying to humiliate me?”

Caleb flew into a rage as he grabbed the velvet box and flung it hard to the floor. The box popped open, and a necklace shimmering with pave diamonds fell out.

“Rebecca Shaw! Don’t push your luck! I’m willing to spend money to cajole you only because I still see you as my wife! Go on like this and I’ll bring Willow back, whether you believe it or not!”

The moment he said so, the door bell rang.

Caleb’s brows furrowed as he walked over to open the door.

Willow, whom he claimed he had deleted from his contacts, was standing right outside.