The Dirty Divorce Part 3 (11 page)

“Are you serious? Thank you so much. Lisa, I wish you could go. Do you think you can get a pass to come out on Wednesday?” Marisol taunted. She quickly grabbed her phone and typed in Cornell’s number.

“Bitch, I can’t believe you’re gonna…” I tried to say.

“Look, I ain’t tryin’ to be caught up in any drama, so I’ma bounce. I’ll be in touch for the tickets Marisol, and Lisa take care of yourself,” Cornell said, then turned around.

I held out my hand. “But wait Cornell. We still need to talk. I’m not done.”

“Well, I am,” he continued.

Just as Cornell left the room, he took my heart with him. I wanted to kill Marisol with my bare hands for ruining my last chance to fight for the man I loved. The bitch even had a nerve to grin as she watched the door slam. When s directed her attention back to me, for some reason I knew by her body language what she was here for.

Chapter 12
Marisol

“Let’s just cut to the chase, Lisa. Were you fucking my husband?”

“Oh, like you were fucking mine.” She stared at me for a few seconds before continuing. “How dare you question me after you had me raise your pain in the ass, deranged daughter?”

“Well, I had to do what I had to do. Besides, what you fail to realize is that everybody knows you never gave a fuck about Denie, so stop saying you raised her. All you cared about was your precious Juan.”

“So, how’s it going with Denie now anyway?” Lisa laughed as if she was trying to hit me with a cheap shot.

“It’s actually going really good. Denie will be enrolling in school at F.I.T. for the fall semester. She won’t be fucked up like you. Look at how your thirsty-ass fucked up your son’s life. No matter how much we tried to tell you not to let that boy get involved in the streets when Rich got locked up, you still had to get all that material shit just to keep up with the Joneses.”

“Fuck you bitch! Don’t even speak my son’s name out of your mouth!” Lisa shouted.

Knowing I’d hit a nerve, I went in for the kill. I wanted to push every button I could to get the truth about Carlos out of her. She was so weak, I knew exactly what to do to get the information I needed.

“So, how does it feel now since you don’t have anyone, and I have everything you want? I have my kids, your ex-husband whenever I need some dick, and money.”

It looked like she wanted to cry. “I’ll be alright.”

“Yeah, looks like your life is going swell. I mean, think about it…I just gave your little NBA baller my number. He thinks I want tickets, but I’ll have that little boy eating out the palm of my hands in a week.”

“You’re so fucking desperate.”

“Never desperate sweetheart,” I replied. “Now, you still failed to answer my question. Were you fucking my husband?” I made sure to get a little closer so she knew I was serious.

“You damn right, I was fucking the shit out of him. Actually, he spent his last day on Earth with yours truly. When you needed your husband while your daughter’s hair was falling out, he was fucking me.”

She definitely caught me off guard with the comment about Mia. The old Lisa would’ve never said such an evil thing about my daughter.
As I looked around the room I laid my eyes on a corny-ass snow globe sitting on Lisa’s table that someone must’ve bought her during the holidays. I envisioned it in my hand and then smacking it across Lisa’s head. That bitch had to go and if it wasn’t for the nurses knowing I was in her room right now she would be dead. I had to work out a plan to make that happen, but couldn’t be sloppy Even though her words stung, I had to play it cool in order to get the information I needed about my husband, at least as cool as I could be.

“So, fucking you got my husband killed, huh?”

“Here you are responsible for my son’s death, and now you are trying to put Carlos’ blood on my hands.”

“You just said he spent his last day with you, you dumb bitch. So if you were the last person he fucked that means you were the last person he saw. Now, I’m gonna ask you again, did you have anything to do with my husband’s death.”

“I’m the wrong one to be interrogating,” Lisa responded.

“That ain’t what Rich said. He actually told me you killed
my
husband. So please do me a favor and be a woman and let that shit come out your mouth so I can put you six feet deep.

Lisa laughed. “And you just called me a dumb bitch. The fact that you believe Rich makes you look stupid as shit.”

When I tried to approach her, Lisa started going off. “Stay the fuck away from me!”

When Lisa opened her mouth and spit a huge wad of salvia in my face, my mind went to another place. The first thing I did was give her two quick Floyd Mayweather style jabs across her face. Of course I knew she would grab for my hair. The entire time she held onto my locks, I used her face as a punching bag by landing several uppercuts. Lisa couldn’t get out of the headlock I had her in at first until she bit my arm, causing me to lose my grip. She even got in a couple of scratches, but that shit was minor compared to the last punch I gave her across the nose. Even though blood was everywhere, I still wasn’t done with her ass. Pulling Lisa off the bed, I took that bitch and mopped her ass all over that room until several security guards and nurses burst inside.

“She attacked me. Oh my God she’s crazy!” I faked, as they pulled us a part.

“She’s lying, she’s lying, I’m not crazy!” Lisa responded as the nurses held her down and began sedating her. She yelled all different kind of obscenities before falling into a comatose state a few minutes later.

)I apologize for this. We thought that Ms. Sanchez was fit to have visitors unsupervised. She appeared to be doing better. She’s you’re cousin correct?” one of the nurses inquired.

“Yes. I can’t believe the state that Lisa’s in. I didn’t know it was this bad,” I said, grabbing my purse from the floor. “You all are just as crazy as she is if you let her ass out of here!”

“Don’t worry, incidents like this, go into her file,” the nurse advised.

“Good.”

My shirt was torn, but that was the least of my worries. Figuring out how I was gonna take Lisa out while she was in the hospital was all I could think about as I got on the elevator to leave. Security even walked me out as if I really needed them. I guess they really thought I was scared, but they had no idea what I was capable of. Lisa was gonna pay before it was all over with.

Making my way to the car, I couldn’t help but think how after all that just went down, I still couldn’t get Lisa to admit to Carlos’ death. But there was no doubt in my mind that she’d actually pulled the trigger. Rich’s story was way too detailed for him to be lying. All that bitch ever did was deny everything and point the finger at someone else. Even though I wanted to hear her say that shit to finally give me some type of closure, it still didn’t matter. It’s not like that visit had spared her life. She was gonna die regardless. As I drove away from the hospital and made my way home, I couldn’t help but wonder why Denie was convinced that Rich was involved though. I wasn’t sure if she was on get back or what. That situation was something I needed to get down to the bottom of, and hopefully if Denie could be found she would calmy sit down with me and set the record straight.

Denie had been missing in action for a couple of days since I found out she’d been seeing Javier. Since he thought it was cool to continue to mess around with her knowing she was my daughter, I definitely had a bone to pick with his ass. All I could hope was that he wasn’t on some type of get back shit because of his sister. If that was the case, he could expect an all out war. He wasn’t gonna fuck with my family and get away with it

As I drove down Martin Luther King Avenue, I made a couple of calls to my partners in New York to see if they’d seen Javier. Surprisingly, no one had seen him in almost a week, which immediately had me concerned. It made me wonder if he’d taken my daughter somewhere without her consent.

Mentally I was drained and needed a moment of relaxation. I didn’t know who to trust anymore and didn’t want to fall vulnerable to Rich. I needed to stay strong. Once I pulled up to the house Maria frantically ran out to greet me and started rambling to me in Spanish.

“What’s wrong Maria?” I asked in a concerned tone.

“Ayuda! Ayuda! No Respira!”

“Speak English Maria. I can’t understand!”

“Mia, she’s not breathing!”

It felt like my heart instantly stopped. “What? Call 911!”

*****

I paced in the emergency room at Children’s Hospital for what seemed like hours with no answers about my daughter’s progress.
All I knew so far was that Mia had gone into cardiac arrest, which had me on pins and needles. Trying not to think negatively, I constantly told myself that my daughter was a survivor so there was no reason to be alarmed. Not to mention, she’d been in remission one time, so whatever this setback was wouldn’t keep her down for long. Trying to remain calm, I prayed my daughter would pull through as she always did.

With several scratches all over my face and neck, I’m sure the nurses and doctors wondered what type of hell I’d been through. I just hoped they didn’t think it had anything to do with Mia. With Maria at the house with Carmen and Rich on his way, I was all alone to deal with the unknown.

Reaching in my purse, I pulled out my cell phone and tried to reach Denie again. I’d been trying to call to let her know what was going on, but she still didn’t answer. As I left a message, Rich rushed in with great concern.

“I was on my way out Baltimore, but I tried to get here as soon as I could. Any word yet?” he asked.

I shook my head. “No, not yet.”

He clutched my chin then moved my face back and forth. “What the hell happened to you?”

“Your ex wife, but don’t worry she looks worse.”

Just as I was ready to go into detail, Mia’s doctor finally came out. I was so glad he happened to be on call at the hospital. He’d been dealing with Mia’s Leukemia right along with me since day one.

“Hello Mrs. Sanchez,” he greeted then turned to Rich. “Hello sir. I’m Dr. Friedman, Mia’s physician.”

“Dr. Friedman, please tell me you have good news,” I said.

“Well, we had some complications.”

My eyes became larger. “What kind of complications?”

Dr. Friedman paused for a moment. “There’s no easy way to say this, Mrs. Sanchez, but I’m afraid we lost Mia. Even though we were able to resuscitate her, we weren’t able to control the infection in her blood. I looked at the lab work before coming out here. Unfortunately, when you were here the last time, I suspected that Mia’s Leukemia had returned, and it’s true. I’m so sorry we tried…”

My body went completely numb for about thirty seconds and I could no longer hear anything the doctor said. After he told me my baby was dead, I could only see his mouth moving, but nothing was coming out. Moments later, I broke down.

“No. Please, no. Not my baby. Not my daughter!”

“Oh my God,” Rich whispered as he held me.

Dr. Friedman rubbed my shoulder as well. “Again, Mrs. Sanchez, I’m so sorry. I know this has been a fight for you and your family. If you wanna see her to say your final goodbyes, I’ll make that happen as quickly as possible.”

“Dr. Friedman, this isn’t funny. I don’t believe you. What do you mean say my final goodbyes? She can’t be gone. How did this happen? It’s your fault. You gave her antibiotics. You told me that if it was an infection that it would go away. You told me she was getting better this winter. How could this happen?” I cried.

“Apparently the infection was so aggressive that it didn’t respond well to the medication,” Dr. Friedman spoke. “Her poor little body just couldn’t fight anymore.”

Suddenly, I lunged at Dr. Friedman. I was pissed that he’d gotten my hopes up and had me believing that my daughter was gonna survive. Despite me knowing that the cancer had possibly come back, he never told me that this would be the outcome. Smacking him in the face, I wanted him to feel the same pain that I felt as Rich pulled me away.

“Dr. Friedman, she’s hurt. Please forgive her,” Rich apologized.

“I should’ve done more. I should’ve done more,” I wailed.

“Don’t blame yourself, Mrs. Sanchez, or anyone else. We did all we could,” Dr. Friedman replied.

There was no way I could control my emotions as I fell to the floor and sobbed uncontrollably. I then began beating the cold tile until my hands were tomato red.

“Ohhhh noooo. Why, God, why? I prayed to you and trusted you. You took my baby and my husband away from me. Why are you doing this to me?” I sobbed.

Chapter 13
Denie

Message 1
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“
Denie I know you’ve disappeared before in the past, but this time shit seems different. No matter what we’ve gone through, I just want you to know that I love you and I’m worried about you. Damn, would you just answer the phone! We just need to know that you’re breathin’ and that nigga Javier didn’t do shit to you to get back at me. Call me man!” Rich yelled.

Message 2
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“
Denie it’s Marisol again. I haven’t heard from you in over a month, so I desperately need to know that you’re okay. I’m worried sick about you and I can’t function without knowing alright. This shit with Javier is a non-motherfucking factor at this point because there are much bigger issues to deal with. I’ve been trying to avoid telling you this over the voicemail, but Mia is gone. She’s gone Denie, so we need you back home. It’s been too long. I’m losing my mind thinking about you. By you not being at your sister’s funeral really has me really nervous. Please call me back. We love you.

It was the twentieth message I’d gotten from Marisol, but this was the first time she seemed so hysterical. I’d never seen that side of her before. As far as Rich calling me to death, I really didn’t give a fuck. He could kiss my ass and wait on that return call until he was old and gray. No matter how bad I wanted to let Marisol know I was okay, I had to stick to my guns. I’m sure she was upset that I hadn’t gone to Mia’s funeral, but Marisol needed to realize that I was going to mourn for my little sister in my own way. If I hadn’t bothered to come back home for the funeral what made her think that calling me would work either? I loved Mia, and even felt bad that the disease had finally taken her life, but going home meant being interrogated about Javier, and I didn’t feel like dealing with that shit. Call me selfish, but it is what it is. Javier made me happy and that’s all that mattered to me right now. I finally had someone in my life that made me feel loved. It wasn’t just about Javier wining and dining me every night, but he was attentive to my needs and made me feel like I mattered.