The divorce papers were thrown at me carelessly and then Carlos tried to carry Maya away. But she resisted, forcing herself to stand in front of me as she dropped the lighter.
Flames quickly devoured the things prepared for the funeral, books Carlos and I had once read to our children and toys we had chosen together.
I tried to grab them back, but my fear of fire pinned me helplessly to the floor.
She leaned against Carlos’s arms and sneered at me. “Hannah, that fire ten years ago should have taken your life.”
And Carlos only stood there watching. Hatred rose endlessly in my heart and I suddenly dropped to the ground and burst out laughing.
“Carlos, I haven’t seen you fall into hell yet, so how could I leave so easily? For ten years I’ve turned my blade on others and now it’s your turn to feel it. None of you are leaving today.”
As soon as I finished, the villa door slammed shut.
“Open it!”
Carlos kicked the door again and again, his face growing cold. “Hannah, you were the one who asked for divorce. Now that I’ve agreed, what more do you want? Do you really want to die?” He shouted at me in anger while holding Maya tightly.