Sometimes when you were in love you yourself didn’t even know it. You just wanted to see the person all the time, you were talking to yourself more as you were actually talking internally with that person.
I didn’t know that I was actually in love with Charles until he was gone. Common sense told that that Charles would not call me anymore. He had not called me since the night that we spent together.
I had no idea if he and Denise were back together. After from the one-night stand, the gold band was hard evidence of his betrayal to Denise. I took it off every now and then to soak it in hot water to clean it. But one day I found myself standing right in front of Denise’s house again.
The silver Lexus was no longer parked in the driveway when I arrived. Nevertheless, I rang the doorbell.
A woman with coiffured hair, complete with a pair of large diamond earrings opened the door. She greeted me with impatience,
“Yes?” she said, clearly indicating that there was no reason for me to be there.
She was obviously not a maid. I could guess that she was the new owner of the property and that Denise and Charles have left the premises.
“You know Denise? I mean Charles …” I said tentatively.
“Oh, that couple, they left long ago,” she replied with a sigh. And then she added,
“You by any chance know their whereabouts?”
“Obviously not, else I won’t be here,” I said.
I wanted to go in, but the woman held the door firmly half closed. I couldn’t even peep inside. And then I heard a man shouting from inside, “Celia, who’s at the door?”
BANG! The woman slammed the door tight on me. I stood at the entrance, wondering if I could make a police report on her extremely rude behavior. In the end, I left without incurring more trouble for myself.
I took off the gold band and threw it away inside my bag. I told myself I had lost Charles for good.
All signs were clear now, pointing to one conclusion, that Charles had made up with his wife, and had decided to drop me. I thought he really liked me. I stood in the darkness, with no one to call for help. I had abandoned the Christian God, now I wondered if Guan Yin could help me.
I walked out of the gate, away from the house and then on the pavement I knelt down and cried, not caring if anyone saw me.
It was past 10:00 p.m. The entire place was so silent I could hear my own weeping and my own thoughts were loud in the still of the night.
I took out my iPhone, still having Charles number with me, I wanted to call him. I also wanted to call Denise. I wanted to call someone, to tell him that I had been cheated. But in actual fact I had cheated on my best friend. So, there was nothing I could say. I wasn’t an innocent party I was the mean, wicked woman who slept with a married man.
After some time, when I heard the sound of a car passing by, I wanted to jump onto the main road to let a passing car hit me. But then no one was going to come to my rescue, it also occurred to me that I might not die just like this. I could land myself on a wheelchair, half paralyzed, which was worse.
As my rational mind started to work, I told myself I needed to get some food to eat and get some rest to sober up myself. Wake up! This is not the end of the world! Charles is a nobody! I needed to straighten my thoughts. I mustn’t let this take control over me. I still have my clients to attend to and I still have a job to do.
The air was cool and fresh after a pouring rain.
When I arrived at my office, Bryan Chong was already in the conference room.
“Hello Mr. Chong.” I didn’t forget that he was my client and that I shouldn’t be addressing him in first names.
“Yes, I wanted to know if I could register with you that Allison was no longer living at home,”
“That’s wonderful news!” I said. “That makes our job easier,” I said, “so that now you can rely on the three-year separation, and during this time you could do whatever you want, except to initiate a contact with your ex-wife.” I mentioned it all in one breath.
I expected my client to look happy, but on the contrary, he asked me, “what shall I do with Valentino, that’s her dog.”
“So, you have no idea where she has gone to,” I queried.
“Nope,” my client said, “I don’t even know if she is still in the country.”
“Ok, then you could put your pet with the veterinarian and wait for her to come back and claim it. She couldn’t have packed everything?” I was sure.
And I added, “in any case, it best you don’t see her at all, if you want to have the divorce run smoothly.”
If you didn’t look before you crossed the road, I didn’t blame you. But not when you were Bryan Chong about to be granted a divorce.
I almost shouted at Bryan when I saw him at the hospital with one leg completely bandaged and propped up.
“What do you think you are doing?” I said.
“If you died, Allison would receive every cent that you got, without having to go through the formality of a divorce!” I emphasized, not to mention that I would lose my legal fees.
“I want to tell you, the accident was planned,” Bryan said, almost in a whisper.
I heard him, but I didn’t take him seriously.
“I will check with the traffic police on this,” I said.
“They won’t believe me,” Bryan said.
“The fact that you were divorcing her only contributes to the motive, but how can you prove that Allison hired someone to knock you down?” I cautioned.
“I swear I was using the zebra crossing …” Bryan said.
“Well, we’ll have to see the police report.” I said.
“But now that we are here, on this topic of inheritance, why don’t you do a will?” I punctuated. That seemed like a good suggestion, and appropriate at this juncture.
“Well, now that you have mentioned, don’t say I didn’t think of it before …” thank God Bryan agreed.
I took out my handphone, tapped on the App called Voice Memos and then I had it right up to Bryan’s chin, ready for a recording.
“So, tell me, what are the assets you have, in terms of fixed assets such as properties you owned, as well as deposits, bonds and equities etc. you hold under your name.” I began the paragraph for Bryan.
“I thought I have given it all to you when you wanted the list of matrimonial properties?” Bryan was unwilling to waste his time. In any case, I think he was in some kind of pain. He must be, bandaged up like that.
“Ok, then let me just draft the will for you, and you can sign it tomorrow.”
“So soon?” Bryan was a little unsure.
“The sooner the better, I don’t want you to suddenly die of a heart attack, it could be very troublesome for me.” I lamented.
From the St Peter’s Hospital, I took a Grab straight back to my office. I opened my laptop and began working on the will. I didn’t even realize that I haven’t eaten, and I drafted the will in one breath without taking a break. The will was of the utmost importance. If Bryan died now, the beneficiary would stand to gain approximately ten million dollars, thus becoming a rich man by anyone’s standard.
And for this purpose, I ensured that no one got the money except his solicitor – myself!
On the column where I was supposed to write my name, I did a blank space, and tomorrow I shall get Bryan the testator to sign on the document on the next page. If he noticed the omission, I would just tell him that all the paper works were in order and that we could fill it up later.