Revenge is best served cold novel Chapter 3

When Jeremiah and Jack arrived and broke down the door, the first thing I did was expose Elsa's true colors. I accused her of setting the fire and trying to kill me, but no one believed me.

Jeremiah even shoved me aside and prioritized saving Elsa with Jack.

I crashed into the wall and sprained my ankle. As I didn't escape in time, I was nearly disfigured in that fire.

I was rescued from the brink of death. Though my face was saved from hideous fire marks, burn scars marred my arm and thigh.

When the police investigated the fire, I identified Elsa as the culprit, but Jeremiah and Jack insisted I was out of my mind from the trauma. They defended her vigorously at the police station.

Elsa got away scot-free due to insufficient evidence. She later came to the hospital to gloat and smugly declared that Jeremiah and Jack had abandoned me. Soon, the shares and my parents would also be hers.

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As I recalled those memories, I shut my eyes in pain.

Jeremiah, who had always disliked my temper, glared at me and snapped in an impatient tone, "You know I don't have much patience, Jane. I'm exhausted between work and socializing, and I don't have time to fight you. If you keep this up, divorce is the only option. And if you don't want that, behave yourself."

How could he dare threaten me with divorce? It might've worked in the past, but that was exactly what I wanted right now.

I smiled and agreed to it, "Fine, let's get a divorce, then."

"What?" Jeremiah froze. His expression was full of disbelief as if he hadn't heard me right.

I reached for the divorce papers I had prepared and handed them to him. "I agree to the divorce. Don't worry about dividing assets. The pre-marital assets will remain with their owner. I don't want a single dollar from you, so let's consider it a clean break. All that's left is for you to sign."

I smiled as I thoughtfully handed him a pen.