Claire's POV
I get home with a lot on my mind. Entering the house feels weird for some reason. It felt like I broke some sort of barrier or walls, like there's a cloud of doom about to fall on me.
After a quick shower and change of clothes, I settle in bed. Louis was nowhere to be found as usual. I don't bother to check his room. What does he care if was home or not?
Honestly, I'm beginning to think he never needed a wife, he should have found an actress. If I didn't accept his agreement, whoever was doomed to accept had a lot of shit to deal with.
I tossed and turned for what seemed to be hours, restless and bothered as I pondered on my conversations with Jax.
When he asked if I had anyone special, I kind of blanked out. I couldn't exactly say I had a boyfriend, that was not true and I couldn't say I have a husband. Even though that was true, it wasn't real.
I wondered if I should call Abby and Sasha, but he asked not to tell them yet.
