“Seriously, after all the drama, it turns out Bryant’s just looking out for his
stepmom number two?”
“Compared to him,” I pursed my lips, “I’m more curious about how Teresa
would react if she found out the truth.”
There she was at the hospital today, fiercely defending Margaret. I couldn’t
imagine her finding out that her beloved daughter, Margaret, had sneaked into
her husband’s bed while she was out cold in the hospital bed all these years.
The showdown between mother and daughter would be quite the spectacle.
Christine glanced at me. “What are you thinking? You seem like you’re up to
no good.”
I smirked, “Just wondering when we’ll catch them making love.”
Christine raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t peg you as someone who liked drama,
Jane.”
“Out of necessity.”
I thought, ‘Margaret, I’ll nail it this time.’
The bar was coming to life, with loud music assaulting our eardrums and
couples gyrating on the dance floor, stepping into a world of weird wonders.
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We were about to book a private booth as usual when Christine tugged at my
sleeve. “Let’s sit outside. It’s livelier.”
“Sure.” I knew she had grown accustomed to hanging out with Steven and his
lively friends over these years.
We found ourselves a booth and settled in, Christine curling up on the leather
sofa, pouring us a drink.
Out of nowhere, Christine started, “Jane, when you and Bryant filed for
divorce, how did you feel?”
I was stunned, my fingers tightening around the glass. “A mix of sadness and
relief.”
I’d got complicated feelings.
Christine’s eyes met mine as she sipped her drink. “Which was it more,
sadness or relief?”
Christine probed, “And now?”
“I’m getting better.” I smiled, refilling my glass, “I’m learning to stop loving
him.”
Once I completely stopped, there wouldn’t be any sadness or relief.
Curiously, she asked, “What?”
I answered, “Having no relationship at all.”
Suddenly, a large hand landed on my shoulder from behind, a deep voice
inquiring, “What’s this about having no relationship?”