My husband put me out and kept all my assets just to hand them over to his mistress. All I have left is a worn-out debit card my father left me. I thought the balance was zero, but it ended up making the bank manager tremble with fear.

Zelica dug around in her purse and pulled out the key fob for the apartment. She tapped the card against the digital reader on the door.

Beep, beep.

A red light flashed. Access denied.

Zelica frowned. She tried again.

Beep, beep.

“That’s strange. Maybe the card got demagnetized,” she murmured.

She rang the doorbell twice. There was a moment of silence. Then footsteps could be heard inside, followed by the soft click of the lock turning from the inside.

The heavy door swung open.

There stood Quacy, her husband. But he wasn’t the Quacy she knew. The man’s eyes were cold. He was wearing a silk robe, and on his neck there was a fresh mark of bright red lipstick.

“Ah, you’re back already,” Quacy said. And it wasn’t a welcoming greeting.

Zelica’s heart seemed to stop beating.

“Quacy, why? Why isn’t my key working?” she asked, her voice trembling.