Chapter 2 Perished on the Night of Divorce

Hassan despised himself for being so infatuated with Mollie's body.

Despite her ugliness, she possessed an exquisitely perfect physique that drove him to madness. After the passion subsided, Mollie calmly dressed herself and turned on light.

She signed her name on the divorce agreement.

"Congratulation to you freedom," her voice carried a hint of indifference.

Hassan couldn't believe that she actually signed it!

Without even taking the check!

Tiffany banged on the door from outside, her voice filled with panic, "There's a fire outside! We can't get out!"

Mollie swiftly opened the door, confirming the thick smoke all around. The entire floor was engulfed in flames.

Hassan had come to discuss divorce with her today, an idea proposed by Tiffany, claiming three years of marriage was already a gift for Mollie.

To protect their privacy, only the three of them remained on the second floor.

Mollie was about to leap over the flames to grab a fire extinguisher, but suddenly, a burst of flames surged high along the carpet.

Tiffany screamed and was tightly embraced by Hassan.

Mollie remained composed, saying, "Now is not the time for hugs and kisses. Go open the window and let's escape by jumping out."

Her reaction surprised Hassan.

Was this truly the same timid ugly girl who would only cry?

Tiffany was terrified, "Hassan, Mollie is so mean. She wants to kill us."

"The carpet is soaked with alcohol. If we don't leave now, we'll all be dead here."

Seeing that neither of them moved, Mollie took the initiative to open the nearest window and prepared to jump. Tiffany suddenly pounced, blocking her way.

"Hassan should go first. "

Even at this critical moment, Tiffany cared about him the most.

She deeply moved Hassan.

Mollie did not object and threw several sofa cushions onto the lawn outside.

Then she grabbed Hassan by the collar and pushed him down.

Hassan landed safely on the soft cushions, completely unharmed.

Now it was Tiffany's turn. Her eyes flickered with resentment as she lowered her voice, "Don't think that just because you've had sex with Hassan, you can prevent the divorce. With me, your position as Mrs. Cole is completely over."

"Stop talking. You want me to push you out, or you jump out on your own? " Mollie softly chuckled.

The situation was too dire for Tiffany to ponder. She quickly pulled out a lighter from her pocket. "Or, let me give you a ride, bitch. You should die here today!"

With a snap, the ignited lighter was thrown outside the door, instantly setting the alcohol on the carpet ablaze. The flames engulfed the entire room in an instant.

Mollie's face was illuminated by the fire, her eyes sparkling.

"You're the one who tampered with the alcohol on the floor, and you started the fire."

Tiffany lifted her chin, "That's right. Blame yourself for being so pathetic! You are never Mrs. Cole!"

The flames had reached the feet of Mollie, and Tiffany had just jumped out of the window.

Mollie suddenly turned around, realizing the divorce agreement she had just signed was still there.

As she turned to retrieve it, the flames grew stronger and stronger.

Without time to think, she folded the agreement and threw it out the window.

Hassan felt something fall onto him. It was the divorce agreement.

As he looked up, there was a sudden explosion, countless flames burst out of the window, immediately followed by thick smoke and a deafening roar.

Mollie!

She threw the divorce agreement out, but she couldn't make it out herself?

Mollie had died just like that.

In order to save her ex-husband and his first love, she perished on the night of their divorce.

Hassan was dizzy from the shock.

His heart felt like it had cracked open, and the cold wind kept rushing in.