My Accidental Husband Is My Revenge Partner
Chapter 394: Fiona’s Life

Chapter 394: Fiona’s Life

Anastasia stared at Xavier with confusion evident in her gaze, but she didn’t make it too obvious.

"I have a request to ask of you," Xavier said suddenly, his voice heavy with a mix of hesitation and urgency. He glanced at her, his dark eyes pleading for something he rarely showed—vulnerability. "I don’t know if Tracie told you about this, but Xander kidnapped my wife some months ago."

Anastasia froze for a moment, her breath catching in her throat. She hadn’t expected this.

"I was thinking... since you’re close to him, could you check on her? Make sure she’s okay. And... we can plot for her escape."

Xavier patiently waited for her reply, wondering if he’d been too forward with it. He’d thought since he was working with someone close to Xander, he was finally going to get to see Anastasia and have her in his arms once again.

If only he knew the Anastasia he was searching for was right in front of him.

Anastasia cleared her throat to break the awkward silence she’d created.

"You mean your wife, Anastasia Wallace?" She gently asked.

"That’s right."

"I’ve tried searching for her in there, but I’ve not seen her around. Wasn’t there a rumor she was dead?" She asked.

"Anastasia is not dead," Xavier growled, making her flinch in fright. "She can’t be dead. I can feel it. Anastasia is a strong woman and is very much still alive somewhere."

When Xavier noticed she went quiet once again. He apologized. "I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to growl like that."

If only he knew Anastasia wasn’t silent because she was frightened by his outrage. She was quiet because he still had hope for her return. He still wanted to see her. When Tracie had told her Xavier was desperate to see her, she thoroughly Tracie had only been exaggerating. But now that she’d finally heard those words, she was almost brought to tears.

"No, it’s okay. Since you believe she’s alive, I’ll try searching for her in Xander’s other hideouts, but I can’t promise you anything. If she’s alive, he must have kept her somewhere very private," she replied.

Outside,

Tracie suddenly received a phone call from someone she’d never expected to be receiving a phone call from.

It was none other than Fiona, the woman who could be the sole witness to what had happened to Arabella, the night that she was killed.

Tracie wondered why Fiona could be calling her all of a sudden.

"Is she finally willing to talk?" She wondered out loud, earning a look from both Julian and Alex.

She quickly picked up, and the call connected instantly.

The first two seconds were silent and the next thing Tracie heard was the cries of a woman.

"Tracie, please, I need your help," she heard a voice from the other side. From the sounds of things, it seemed Fiona was tearing up.

Tracie was immediately alert now as she stood up from the bench and walked towards somewhere more private.

"Fiona, what happened? Why are you crying?" She carefully asked.

"Tracie, I need you right now," Fiona managed to say. "Please." And instantly, the phone hung up.

Tracie was about to call back but then she received a text from Fiona with the address of where she was.

Something felt odd. Fiona wouldn’t call Tracie on a normal day, which could only mean she was in danger.

Tracie copied the address and was about to leave but halted when Anastasia asked, "Where are you going?" She asked.

Xavier and Anastasia had already come out from the house after their talk and found Tracie about to leave all of a sudden.

"Fiona just called me. She seems to be in danger so I’ll be going to Glamourwood now," she replied.

Anastasia knew about Fiona because Tracie had already told her the information the woman held.

"I’m coming with..."

"No, you should stay here," Tracie interrupted Xavier. "I’ll let you know how the situation is once I get there. I’ll be taking the car also."

Xavier nodded in understanding.

Thankfully, Glamourwood was only a few hour’s rides from their location since they were already on the outskirts of Fameville.

Tracie shared a glance with Anastasia before she left.

**

Tracie arrived in Glamourwood much faster than she had anticipated, thanks to breaking nearly every speed limit along the way. But she didn’t care. Anxiety gnawed at her, and her grip on the steering wheel was still tight as she parked.

She had called Fiona multiple times during the drive, each attempt ringing out without an answer. The silence on the other end only fueled her growing dread, her mind conjuring all sorts of scenarios that made her chest tighten. Something wasn’t right, and she could feel it in her gut.

She checked the internet in case anything had been written regarding Fiona, but there was nothing.

So what could be happening?

Tracie arrived at the building where the address led her to. It was a simple bungalow with a little gate at the front.

Tracie didn’t waste any time admiring the house and pushed the gate open. Surprisingly, it wasn’t locked.

She gently went inside, grabbing a rake she found on the floor. If this was a trap, then she needed to be prepared for anything.

She heard a little faint voice when she entered the living room. She followed it, and it led her to a door.

Carefully, Tracie twisted the door knobs and pushed it open and the door slammed against the wall.

"Fiona?" Tracie called as the rake dropped from her hands out of shock.

Fiona lay curled up on the bed, her body battered with bruises that painted a grim picture of her suffering. Cuts and darkened welts marred her skin, telling a story of torment without words. Her trembling form was wrapped in a thin blanket, though it seemed to do little to shield her from the pain.

She scanned Fiona’s body and blood was dripping from some deep wounds and it had already stained the bed.

"Who did this to you?" She asked about touching her but she stopped herself.

All of a sudden, Tracie heard the front door open, followed by some footsteps.

Instantly, she grabbed the rake and hid in the closet, waiting for who would come inside.

"Why did you leave the door open?" She heard someone ask, the voice unfamiliar. "Seems like I didn’t hit you enough?"

Tracie tried to see the face of the man that was talking. It turned out to be Fiona’s husband.

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