Chapter 3
When I met with the lawyer, he asked if I had thought about a mutual divorce settlement.
Thinking about everything that had happened recently, I shook my head calmly. "Let's just proceed with the divorce suit directly. I'll leave the rest to you."
I entrusted the entire divorce process to my lawyer. After taking care of this, I headed to the cemetery to move my parents' ashes back to our hometown. When my parents passed away unexpectedly, I was heartbroken. Bruce had managed all their funeral arrangements.
So, when the cemetery staff told me I needed the signature of the person who had handled the initial arrangements to move the ashes, I was momentarily taken aback.
I brought the consent form back and placed it in front of Bruce. He frowned, puzzled, and asked why. I replied, "I dreamed of my parents last night. They said they wanted to go back home."
Bruce was still not on board. "Won't it be a hassle to visit them in the future?"
During their lives, my parents had treated him like their own son. Every year, on their memorial day, Bruce would prepare a lot to pay his respects. But ever since Nalani came into the picture, he stopped attending those visits. The day he met Nalani happened to be the same day as my parents' memorial, and Bruce decided to spend that day celebrating with Nalani instead. I had once brought this up with him.
Bruce, frowning and annoyed, told me, "Your parents have passed on; they wouldn't want me to break a promise to a friend over something so trivial. They're not like you; they wouldn't hold grudges."
Thinking back on this, I responded calmly, "They aren't here anymore; they won't mind."
When similar words came from my mouth, Bruce, despite his displeasure, was left speechless. "Just sign it," I urged, pushing the consent form toward him. Bruce was about to argue further when a startled shout came from the bathroom.
Instantly, he swallowed his words, picked up the pen, signed his name on the consent form, and rushed toward the bathroom with a look of urgency.
Looking at his signature on the form, I felt unexpectedly grateful to Nalani for conveniently diverting Bruce's attention. Otherwise, I'd have needed to come up with another excuse to deal with him. It was exhausting.
As I prepared to head back to the cemetery with the consent form, Bruce called out from the bathroom. "Raquel..."
I ignored him. Yet, he seemed determined to get a response, unwilling to let the matter drop. I hopped on one leg to the bathroom door and asked with a frown what he needed.
Bruce, looking tense, said, "Nalani twisted her ankle. Can you help me take her to the hospital?"
I glanced down at Nalani, wincing in pain, and chuckled softly. "Sorry, I'm not able to help."
Bruce immediately grew angry. "Raquel, now isn't the time to be jealous. Nalani is hurt; can't you stop being so petty?"
I interrupted impatiently. "My own leg isn't working either. If you can't manage, I'll call an ambulance for you."
Bruce mumbled, unable to find a retort, but his disapproval and disdain were obvious. After years of marriage, I knew he was annoyed that I couldn't help, and that his college junior had gotten hurt, which he somehow blamed on me. Seeing me stand still, he found an outlet for his frustration: "Then hurry up and call an ambulance! Why are you just standing there? Such bad luck."
"How did I end up marrying someone like you?"
Casually, I hopped out, picked up my phone, dialed 911, and then returned to the bedroom. After the ambulance took her away, I received a message from Bruce: "Since you dislike Nalani so much, I'll be staying at her place for the next few days."
"It'll give us both some space to cool off, and you can reflect on your issues."
Reading the message, I laughed. Bruce, as always, managed to shift the blame. In the past, seeing such words would have led to an immediate apology from me. I'd have hurried to the hospital to help care for Nalani, injury and all, just to prevent them from having time alone together.
But now, I felt free. Living alone wasn't so bad.
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