Chapter 3
The next morning, I applied delicate makeup. I wanted to look presentable in the final moments of my life.
I arrived at the state court and waited, but Christian never showed up. He didn’t answer my calls either.
Frustrated, I called Mina. “Christian’s with you, isn’t he? Tell him to hurry up and sign the divorce papers!”
Before she could respond, Christian’s angry voice came through the phone. “Rachel, don’t push your luck! If I sign those papers don’t come crying when you regret it!”
My voice remained calm. “If I regret it, I’ll write my name backward. But if you don’t show up, you should write yours backward
instead.”
Christian hated being humiliated. In the end, he came.
The procedure went smoothly. When I held the divorce certificate in my hands, I felt an overwhelming sense of relief.
I refused to die with his last name on my tombstone. The thought alone disgusted me.
I couldn’t contain my smile, while Christian’s face was like stone. “Well done, Rachel,” he sneered. “You’re practically glowing after our divorce! What’s the matter? Found yourself a lover already? Be as trashy as you want, but don’t drag Minnie into your
mess. I’ll head to the hospital in a few days to pick her up. If you try anything, you know exactly what I’m capable of.”
Mina turned and flashed me a smug smile, clearly pleased to have claimed the man I had discarded.
I thought, ‘Christian, you’ll never pick Minnie up. She died the moment Clara was reborn. Maybe you should be grateful that you
won’t even have to pay child support.‘
Back at the house I once called home, I packed up everything that belonged to Minnie and me. I took what I could and destroyed
