Part 3The Copycat Husband

Willow was wearing a sheer white dress, and her eyes were bloodshot. She had a thermos flask in hand.

“Caleb, I know you chased me away because you wanted to make a statement in front of your wife.”

She looked timidly inside the apartment at me, her voice so pretentious it made my head numb.

“I don’t blame you. Jonas’ girl already went to him yesterday. I was worried that you might feel upset from all that drinking, so I brewed you some tea.”

Caleb was stunned.

When he saw the lack of emotion on my face, that competitive streak rose inside him again.

Jonas had a girl who sent him some soup. How could he, Caleb Miller, not receive the same treatment?

Forget chasing Willow away, he even stepped aside to let her in.

“You’re the sensible one indeed,” Caleb said, deliberately raising her voice when praising her.

Willow looked smugly at me before walking to the dining table, where she poured some tea into a cup.

“Mrs. Miller, don’t be mad at Caleb.”

Willow held the cup of tea in her hands as she put on a show of being understanding.

“All men want to preserve their egos, especially during such gatherings. How will you remain as Mrs. Miller if you can’t even tolerate that?”

She handed the cup of tea to Caleb, her fingers seemingly accidentally brushing against the back of Caleb’s hand.

Caleb was very appreciative of her gesture and took a sip of the tea. “Hear that, Rebecca? Even an outsider is more sensible than you are.”

I looked at the shameless couple before me and found the entire situation laughable.

I stood up and picked up my unfinished glass of milk.

Willow thought I was going to splash the milk at her and hurriedly hid in Caleb’s embrace.

“Mrs. Miller, don’t be rash. It’s just that my heart aches for Caleb.”

I ignored her and poured the milk into the sink.

“The glass is dirty, and I find it disgusting.”

I left the empty glass on the counter and turned to walk into my bedroom.

“Rebecca Shaw,” Caleb said through gritted teeth. “Make yourself clear. Who are you implying is dirty?”

He grabbed my wrist so forcefully it hurt.

I was about to struggle free when the IV catheter scar from my miscarriage operation was exposed under his sight.

Caleb’s hand recoiled when he saw the scar.

“Does your hand still hurt? Jonas said that women often feel weak after a miscarriage. I’ll have my assistant buy some health supplements later.”

Jonas again.

Even his show of concern toward me had to involve other people.

I pulled my hand away and said coldly, “No need for that.”

Willow immediately plastered herself onto Caleb’s arm when she heard my cold response. “Caleb, since Mrs. Miller doesn’t appreciate your gesture, don’t waste your efforts on her.”

Caleb’s face turned hard and cold. “You’re right. Jonas warned me not to spoil my woman.”

He wrapped an arm around Willow and looked provocatively at me.

“Since you don’t want the health supplements, get yourself ready. Jonas is throwing a party on his yacht, and you must go with me. Even Jonas’ wife is going. It’ll make me look bad if you don’t go.”