“You pack fast,” he smirked. “Tracy said you were sentimental. Guess not.”
I didn’t bother looking at him and kept organizing the drawers.
Suddenly, he pressed down on my hand, stopping me from picking up a folder.
His voice then turned cold as he warned, “You better not get any funny ideas with those client records. If you try anything, the company will come after you.”
I shook his hand off, not even using much force, but he staggered dramatically backward, all the way to the window.
Somehow, the lighter in his hand just so happened to catch the curtain.
Flames shot up instantly, and smoke poured into the office.
I froze in shock.
“Help! Somebody help! He’s trying to kill me!” Harry screamed like a madman, lunging toward the curtains to make sure the fire caught his sleeve.
Outside, I heard rushed footsteps.
Then the door burst open, and Tracy and her secretary rushed in.
The moment she saw the fire, her pupils shrank in shock.
“Louie! Are you out of your mind?!”
Like a furious lioness, she stormed toward me and shoved me with all her strength.
My head slammed hard against the sharp edge of the desk, and a bolt of pain exploded through my skull.
At that moment, the room spun, and my ears rang.
Just before I blacked out, I saw Tracy throwing herself at Harry, beating at the flames on his arm with her jacket.
“Call 911! Quick!”
“Harry! Harry!”
The sharp smell of antiseptic filled my nose as I slowly opened my eyes.
A blindingly white hospital ceiling then came into view.
My head felt like it had been split open, as if someone had been pounding it with a hammer.
“You’re awake?”
A cold voice drifted over from beside the bed.
I turned my head slowly, and there, Tracy stood by the window, arms crossed.
Her makeup was flawless, but the dark circles under her eyes said she hadn’t slept at all.
“Thanks to you, Harry has second-degree burns. I never thought you could be so vicious, Louie.”
Despite the accusation, I didn't say a word and simply closed my eyes again.
Seeing me calm, her expression faltered, but it quickly hardened again.
“Arson and assault. That’s enough to land you in prison for years.”
She pulled a document from her purse and then tossed it onto the bed.
“Sign it. I had the lawyer redo the divorce agreement. For the sake of what we had, I might be able to convince Harry to drop the charges, but only if you leave with nothing.”
I flipped through the document.