"Nicolas, can you see the nonsense the nurse just displayed? How can you cover a patient who is perfectly alive?"
"Nurse please what happened to my dad? Why is she covering him up with a cloth?"
I was a doctor so I knew what it meant perfectly well but I could not accept that the old man was gone especially on our wedding day. A day of happiness and surprise became a day of sorrow and pain. I didn't understand why I was crying more than his son. Nicolas was standing in front of the corpse of his dad without moving or saying a word. I cried the whole night thinking of how I was not able to call him dad, I remembered our good times and could not stop crying.
I went to Nicolas and asked him why he was not mourning his dad. He ignored my question and remained silent pretending I was not there. As a doctor, I knew people grieve in different ways but I wanted to be there for him as a wife. It had been weeks and I never saw him shed a tear, especially on the day of the funeral, now it became strange how his only surviving family died and he never cried. I became worried so I prepared his favorite dish hoping he opened up as he enjoyed the meal.
I pampered and convinced him to eat but he left without a bite. It was painful to see him not touch the food I spent 10 hours cooking but I had to understand him. He came home drunk with a lady as an escort, I was surprised but never blamed him. With impaired judgment, he called the lady "honey," I was irritated but didn't want to act out in front of a stranger so I dragged him from the lady and went inside.
The next morning I brought him a hangover soup to help with the headache and left the room without talking about last because I knew he would ignore me again. It was getting hard to be his wife day by day, I had no choice but to hold onto our love because of his dad. He came home the next day drunk with another lady and this time he was holding the lady on the waist flirting and touching her, I decided to be the good wife so I stayed calm and went inside.
Being his wife became the most difficult thing I had to do but there was no way I was walking away because I believed this was his difficult time. He came home with different girls every night and it was getting out of hand. My patience was running out so I told myself I had to speak to him when he got back today before it affected my health. I was waiting outside the villa this time for him to know how serious I was.
He got out of his car with another lady, hugging the lady from behind, and kissing her neck. I immediately slapped him on the face and furiously went inside the villa. Minutes later, he entered the villa so I insisted on talking to him.
"What is wrong with you Nicolas? Are you the only one in this universe who lost a dad? Why are you acting immature going after different girls and coming home drunk? Your dad will be very disappointed to see you live this way."
"Jasmine, firstly I don't need you to tell me what to do. Secondly, it is not your house but my dad's so I can sack you anytime. Thirdly, I didn't want you in this house in the first place so you can leave anytime you want and stop acting like my mom or dad."
I was so hurt by his hush words, with tears of pain dropping my face I said to him "Nicolas, we are married so how can you tell me all this? I stayed with you these few weeks with all the attitude you were displaying. I know your dad is gone but I took him as a dad also but you don't see me bringing different guys home every day because I know I'm a married woman. You are even lucky to have a dad who loved you all your life and gave you all you needed. Ask me if I know my Dad. "
"Jasmine I never loved you, I did it for the Hotel and Dad so don't get carried away."
At that point, I couldn't stand his words so I left and went to the guest room. The lawyer came the next morning to read the old man's will. After the lawyer had read everything, the old man gifted me the hospital he owned outside town. Nicolas refused to give me the hospital and told me to leave the villa since that was not my home originally. I left the next day and returned to my house near the coast.
I started visiting hospitals to seek employment, I tried for weeks but couldn't find any hospital with decent pay. I tried looking via the Internet but there was no breakthrough. I felt frustrated and started asking myself "Did I wrong someone in my past life" because things were getting out of hand. I didn't want to stay home without doing anything so a friend introduced me to a restaurant that had an open spot for a waitress.
I started working at the restaurant in the meantime but I was still searching for a job in my field via the internet. It was my first day and I was hoping to be good thinking it was easy to be a waitress, a man called for a cup of coffee so I sent the coffee to his table. I could see from his look that he was uncivilized so I wanted to avoid him so there won't be any problems on my first day.
I turned to service the next table and the next thing I realized was his hands touching my buttocks.