Instantly, Fiona went pale.


    "Tell me everything," she said before Fiona could change her mind. "You called me here yourself so you must trust me, am I right? If you do, tell me everything you want me to know."


    Fiona went stiff for a few seconds before she finally parted her lips to talk.


    "Marcus is from a middle-ss family, so...he’s poor," Fiona started.


    It came out shocking to Tracie because she’d thought that Marcus was from an influential family just like Fiona was.


    Without even needing to hear the rest of the story, Tracie already had a good idea of what was next toe.


    However, she didn’t interrupt Fiona.


    "My parents rejected the idea of getting married to him when I introduced him to my family. They didn’t want me getting married to a poor man because they believed he only loved me for my money."


    "Seems they weren’t wrong at all." Tracie didn’t feel bad for not filtering her words. She felt the truth needed to be let out so Fiona could finally see she was being used as a money machine by her so-called husband.


    Fiona gave Tracie a look, but she couldn’tpletely deny that she wasn’t wrong.


    "Marcus and I got married, had our two children and he was the best husband I’ve ever dreamed of. I invested in his businesses and brought clients to him so that he could have a name for himself so that he could prove to my family that he was a capable man despite his poor family background."


    "Let me guess, something flopped in his business and now he’s taking his anger out on you," Tracie interjected.


    Fiona looked at Tracie with confusion evident in her gaze.


    "How did you know that?" She asked.


    "You don’t need to worry about that. You need to rest. Where are your children?"


    "They’re spending the holidays at my parent’s house," Fiona replied.


    "That’s good. At least they’re safe."


    Tracie stood up, ready to leave the room but Fiona stopped her.


    "I know I have no right to call you, but thanks foring."


    Tracie halted before she turned to look at Fiona.


    "Thank me by telling me what you saw that night," Tracie said firmly, her eyes locked on Fiona’s trembling form. She noticed Fiona stiffen again, her silence speaking louder than words. Tracie felt a surge of exasperation rise within her, but she didn’t press further. Without wasting another moment, she turned on her heel and left the room, leaving Fiona alone with her thoughts.


    When Tracie reached outside, she turned on Fiona’s phone she’d picked up earlier from the bed when she was helping thetter to the hospital.


    Missed calls banners appeared on the Home Screen as soon as the phone was switched on. They were all from an expected person. It was from Marcus.


    "I still don’t understand why people will stay in a marriage where they get beaten up. All in the name of love? Fuck love," she cursed under her breath,bing her hair with her fingers.


    A secondter, Fiona’s phone vibrated with a phone call.


    It was Marcus calling.


    Tracie’s eyes squinted on the call, wondering if she should give it back to Fiona so she could deal with her problem. The woman had already been through a lot in one day. So she turned down the idea.


    "I should answer it." Before she could swipe the screen, the ringing stopped. Tracie red at the phone, daring Marcus to call once again and she might just give him a piece of her mind.


    As if the man had heard her thoughts, the phone started ringing once again and without wasting a single moment, Tracie picked up the call.


    "Where did you go and why haven’t you been answering any of my phone calls?!!" She heard Marcus yell from the other side so loudly Tracie had to move the phone away from her face so she wouldn’t turn deaf.


    "This isn’t Fiona. This is Tracie," she snapped, her voice low andced with menace. "And before you start asking who I am, let me tell you. I’m the person who’s going to hang you upside down like a bat until every drop of blood rushes to your head. After that, I’ll start chopping off your body parts, one by one, and sell your precious organs to my clients. So, if you don’t start acting right, you’ll find out just how serious I am," Tracie threatened through gritted teeth, her eyes burning with unrelenting fury.


    Marcus was silent for a few seconds before he roared. "Where is Fio—" She immediately hung up on the call before he couldplete his words.


    "I’m so tired, I just want to sleep," she mumbled, keeping Fiona’s phone back in her pockets. She could feel it vibrating with Marcus’s call and was tempted to turn it off once again. But she figured Fiona’s rtives might start calling her soon.