Marcus stiffened in fright for a brief second, making it known he was terrified of Fiona’s family.


    "In fact, I want to file for divorce," Fiona said,pletely shocking the light bulbs out of him. "I’m sick and tired of this marriage and I’ve finally decided to set you free from it so that you can do whatever you want."


    "You must be kidding me," he chuckled, rubbing his face in frustration. "We are married with two kids. What’s going to happen to them?"


    "They stay with me!" She replied.


    "Before you think of anything, you’d better think twice because I wouldn’t think twice about it all before hurting you," Tracie said from behind him, reminding him of the kick earlier when her eyes briefly went to it.


    Tracie seemed all prepared and although Marcus was starting to get terrified of her, he wasn’t going to let a simple nobody disrupt his ns.


    Turning deaf ears to Tracie’s warning, he marched towards Fiona with the intent to grab her hand and drag her out of the bed.


    Madeline tried to stop him. However, before she could seed, Trace had already reached him, and banged his head against the table, smashing the wooden structurepletely as it shattered to pieces.


    Both Madeline and Fiona gasped, as Fiona stood up from the bed, instinctively rushing to go help him but she stopped herself, immediately halting in front of him.


    "So, you’ve hired some kind of a bodyguard to beat me up, it’s that it?" He roared in rage, spitting saliva everywhere.


    Tracie kicked him in the gut with precise force, and he immediately doubled over, throwing up blood. Her eyes zed with offense—how dare he mistake her for a bodyguard when she was clearly dressed like a night ninja?


    "That’s enough," Fiona intervened, her voice calm yet unwavering. She turned her gaze down to Marcus as he wiped the blood from his lips with the back of his jacket. "I’ve made my decision," she continued, her tone resolute. "I’m filing for a divorce and leaving you. You’re no longer the man I married, and it’s obvious you don’t love me anymore."


    "You think this is the end of it all? I’lle back. Just you wait and see. I’lle get my children." Marcus stood and left. He’d nned to drag Fiona out of the hospital and bring her back home. But it was obvious Tracie wasn’t going to allow that to happen at all with how intensely she was ring at him.


    He red at each and every one of them before he left the hospital room but they held it at the back of their minds that he was going toe back as he’d promised.


    **


    Madeline had already left the hospital now to go take care of a few of her work but promised to be backter.


    Tracie was in the room with Fiona, and the tension was high.


    "I think it’s high time you inform your family about what you’re going through. Once they’re involved, your husband wouldn’t dare to do anything. It’s obvious he’d totally lost it, but if there’s anyone he would be going after, it isn’t you. It’s your children," Tracie exined.


    It’s been two days since she came to mourwood, two days since Fiona had given her a phone call. But staying by Fiona’s side isn’t what worried her. She was worried about Anastasia going and attacking her prey without her help. If anything, she would want to leave as soon as possible and head back to Fameville.


    "I’ll sue him in court if anything like that happens," Fiona dered, then she sighed. "I know that I owe you a lot. I’m sorry for taking so long, but the only reason I haven’t said anything is because I feared that I would be ruining something if I opened my mouth to talk."


    Tracie turned to Fiona with a frown on her face. "What are you talking about?" She asked, her frown deepening.


    "After witnessing everything that happened that night, I got so scared the first thing that came to my mind was to flee for my life. I didn’t want to be involved in anything that was rted to that night, that’s why I immediately switched schools," Fiona continued to mumble.


    Tracie immediately held her by the hand and forced her to look at her.


    "Slow down and tell me everything," said Tracie.


    Fiona took a deep breath, tears already streaming down from her eyes.


    "The night that Arabe died, I saw everything," she replied, looking at Tracie.