Chapter 3 Arrest

Tracey spent the next three days in a strange daze. Often, she just stared at the door for hours, as if waiting for someone to arrive.

Every night, she would have the same dream. In it, Weston was gentle and kind toward her, but every time she woke up, she had to face the cruel reality again.

She kept getting calls from her family, though. They scolded her and tried to persuade her to sign the divorce agreement as soon as possible, since their whole family was under threat.

For the three days he had given her, Weston hadn't appeared even once. It was as if he had already forgotten about her.

However, he was there when the time arrived. When he saw Tracey, he was shocked by how much weight she had lost in only three days.

"Did you come to make me sign it?" she asked, smiling.

"Or what else do you think I came here for?" he responded, looking at her coldly.

"Don't worry. I will sign it." Lost in thought, Tracey sat at the dressing table and looked at her reflection carefully.

It seemed that her three years of marriage had changed her completely. She was a different person now.

The cheerful girl had turned into an expressionless marionette.

Still, she forced a smile and looked at Weston, who was sitting on the bed. "This is the first time you have entered our room."

A single tear sliding down her cheek.

She had decorated the room herself, filling it with love and warmth, but it had seen neither of those. It was terribly ironic.

In no mood to listen to her, Weston just took out the document and threw it on the floor by her feet.

"Sign it," he ordered.

"I will sign it. But on one condition," Tracey said, delicately pointing to her wedding ring. "I don't want anything else. I only want to keep this ring." The ring was the only thing she had left from this whole marriage.

"What kind of trick are you playing?" Weston asked, his eyebrows knitting into a frown.

He had left her enough wealth in order to make her agree to the divorce. He couldn't understand why she would only want the ring, so he got suspicious.

"Why don't you want to give me the ring? Do you still love me? Is that why?" Tracey only smiled. "I just want the ring. It's not a big deal to you, is it? Or do you intend to give it to your next wife?

Even if I agree, Jade may not."

At this, Tracey stared straight into his eyes and said, "If you agree to this condition, I'll sign the papers right now."

"Fine. But remember what you said. Don't regret it," he said and immediately signed his name on the document after he changed the terms according to her request. He handed it to her impatiently, worried that she might go back on her word.

Looking at Weston's signature, she realized that the last time their two names were side by side was on their wedding day. She certainly hadn't expected it to turn out like this.

"What? Are you regretting it already?" Weston asked when he heard her sigh, thinking she had already changed her mind. He sneered, "If so, we can still sign the original copy. My offer still stands."

Not saying anything, Tracey lowered her head and signed her name, her hand trembling with each movement.

Soon, tears fell onto the paper, blurring the writing.

When she was finished, she gave Weston the document, grabbed her suitcase, and left the room.

Weston was stunned by her determination.

Also, he was taken aback by his own reaction. He had finally gotten the divorce, and with it, his freedom, but somehow, he felt empty.

"Mrs. Xiao..." Henry called when he saw her coming downstairs. "Would you like to eat something before you leave?"

"No, thanks."

She shook her head and gave him a bitter smile.

"Henry..." There were so many things she wanted to say, but in the end, she couldn't get them out. She simply said, "Take care of yourself."

And then, she dragged the suitcase to the door and opened it. However, as soon as she stepped out, she was met by police officers. They walked up to her and handcuffed her immediately, without saying anything.

"Sir, I think there has been some mistake," Henry tried to explain, but Tracey stopped him.

She looked back at Weston, who was standing on the steps with a hard expression on his face, but she didn't cry. She had no more tears. Her heart and her tears were left on the paper she had just signed.

So she simply turned toward Henry and said, "Don't you understand? Mr. Xiao has arranged this."

'He is taking revenge on me.

He is going to destroy me.'

"Mr. Xiao?" Henry asked in disbelief.

"That's right," Weston admitted, looking at the scene in front of him. "Tracey, you shouldn't have pretended you were the one who saved me."

"Pretended?" Tracey asked, staring at him with her eyes wide. "Weston, do you trust Jade so much? What are you going to do when you realize she is the one who has been lying to you?

I have loved you for ten years, but now, after suffering this kind of humiliation, I regret ever stepping into that fire to save you. I should have just let you die," she said, first bursting into laughter, and then into tears. She couldn't control her emotions at all.

"Weston, when the truth comes out, you will kneel before me and beg me for forgiveness. But I won't forget what you did to me today. I will pay you back a thousand times."

Still, even though she was saying this, Tracey wasn't sure whether she really wanted Weston to regret his decision or not.

Her heart was torn between love and hate.

"We shall see about that," Weston said arrogantly from his position above them all. He clearly hadn't taken Tracey seriously. "But, Miss Zhao, you better worry about yourself. You could stay in prison for a long, long time."

At this, the final spark of light in Tracey's eyes slowly died.

He was never going to believe her.

Weston, however, wasn't finished yet. Slowly, he walked towards her, step by step. Then, he grabbed her chin and said, "Remember what you just said. When you get out of prison, I will be waiting for your revenge."

When she heard this, Tracey raised her head and glared at him, summoning all her courage.

"My biggest mistake was saving you from that fire in the first place.

I should have let you die.

But, it's okay. You will burn in hell for what you did to me."

With that, she was done talking to him, and she was escorted to the police car. Her words, however, kept echoing in Weston's mind. When he saw the hopelessness in her eyes as she was about to get in the car, doubt crept upon him.

'Did I make a mistake?'

Weston couldn't help but think in that way. The next moment, he shook his head. It couldn't be. He had seen Jade's scars with his own eyes. They couldn't be fake.

As he thought of Jade, he decided to call her and tell her about what happened with Tracey. Jade was still defending Tracey, which only made him more sure of his decision.

Jade was a kind woman, unlike his now ex-wife.

At the trial, Weston testified, and Tracey was sentenced to one year in prison.

Since that day, Weston had never come to see her again.