Chapter 2 The Divorce Agreement

In the photo, there were a man and a woman. Blood had soaked the photo so much that the woman was unrecognizable, but Weston knew immediately who the man was.

It was his older brother, William Xiao.

Tracy had dated William before she married Weston, but he hadn't expected her to keep photos of them together even after three years.

Thinking about this, he tightened his grip on the steering wheel and slammed the gas pedal. He was on the way to the hospital.

The night had fallen, and with it, the rain.

Sharp pain finally stirred Tracey awake, but when she opened her eyes, she had no way of knowing how much time had passed. Someone close to her asked, "Mrs. Xiao, are you awake?"

"Henry..." Tracey managed to say, her voice terribly hoarse.

"Don't move," Henry said. They were at the hospital, but Henry was only allowed to bring her there after it was confirmed that Jade was safe. Those were Weston's orders, and he didn't dare defy him.

At that point, Tracey had been unconscious the whole night.

"Where is he?" she asked, disappointed that she didn't see Weston.

"Mr. Xiao is busy. He has been..." Henry sighed, trying to hide the truth.

"Busy? He is with Jade, isn't he?" Tracey sneered.

Henry didn't answer, but he didn't need to. Tracey slowly turned her head to look at the bedside table, hoping to get some water, but on it, there were some documents instead. On the first page, it said "Divorce Agreement."

'He wants a divorce?'

All the pain in her body was nothing compared to the pain in her heart. She gripped the papers tightly, her eyes filling with tears. "I want to see him," she yelled.

"Mrs. Xiao..."

Henry tried to calm her down, but she wasn't listening to him. She quickly got out of bed, and after asking several nurses, she found out that Jade was still in hospital and she would be discharged today. She ran out immediately, her bare feet freezing on the cold marble floor of the corridor.

"Weston!"

She yelled when she finally saw him. "What is this?"

"Miss Zhao, don't you understand?" He looked at her with a smirk and said, word by word, "I want a divorce."

"No. Please. Trust me. I didn't push her. I'll prove it..." she pleaded, but the disgust in his eyes made her retreat.

Finally, she smiled sadly and said, "Even after so many years, you still don't believe me."

"Does it matter?" he asked, raising his eyebrow.

At first, Tracey was stunned by his question, but then, she had to admit he was right.

It didn't even matter if she had really pushed Jade or not.

From the beginning, Weston had only ever cared about Jade, and she could do nothing to change it.

Still, she gave it one last try.

"Weston, I have loved you for ten years. I have been loyal to you since the moment I saved you from the fire. I thought you would love me back some day..." She had never admitted this to him before. She had never told him that she loved him, and that she wanted him to be with her because of love, not just out of gratitude.

However, as soon as she finished, Weston sneered. "Tracey, you are even more vicious than I thought. We are a couple, and I don't want to humiliate you, but how dare you say that you were the one who saved me?

Jade still has scars on her legs from that day in order to save me. How can you be so shameless to claim that you did it?

You have three days to sign the papers. Otherwise..."

Though he didn't finish the threat, his sharp gaze was enough to make the little self-esteem Tracey still had vanish into thin air.

'He thinks Jade is the one who saved him.

That is why he is always on her side.'

"Weston, it was me who saved you. I..." she tried to explain. After all, if he had paid a little attention to her, he would have noticed the scars on her legs.

"Enough!" he interrupted her coldly. "Tracey, I'm going to marry Jade, so just sign the papers.

If you don't, I'll find another way to make you disappear."

With that, he left, slamming the door right in her face. Then, he drove away, leaving Tracey standing there, shivering and weak.

'This is what I get after ten years of loving him.

Isn't it ironic?'

The rain started falling again.

In Jade's hospital room, Weston was standing in front of the window, which was blurry with raindrops.

He was staring at the heavy rain, the glass reflecting all the emotions in his eyes.

"Weston..." Jade said gently. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," he said, trying to relax his knitted brows. He turned to look at her. "I just can't believe that Tracey is so shameless to claim that she was one who saved me all those years ago."

When she heard this, Jade's face instantly paled, but Weston didn't notice it. He was too angry.

Jade clenched the sheets with her hands and asked, "Really?"

"You still have scars on your legs from that day. That is an indelible fact. I promised to give you anything you want in return, and so I will."

"Weston..." she said, a smile flashing across her face. She knew that no matter what Tracey said, there was no way she could change Weston's opinion of her.

She sighed, putting on her innocent facade. "It's all my fault. I thought she was my best friend, so I told her everything, down to the smallest details. Maybe that's why she said it. Weston, I don't care what others say, as long as you believe me. Please forgive her this time."

"Forgive her?" Weston yelled in disbelief. Then, he took out his phone and called someone. "Inform the police of Tracey's crimes. You know what to do," he ordered.

"What about her family?" the person on the other side asked. "They know what they have to do if they still want to do business with me.

Also, inform the school. Such an immoral student doesn't deserve to graduate. I want to make her life in H City miserable from now on."

After giving the order, Weston hung up.

Tracey was going to pay for everything she had done to Jade.

Deep in thought, he didn't notice that Jade, who was sitting on her bed, had a smug smile on her face.