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.

Quacy sighed as if Zelica were a trivial nuisance.

“Listen, Zelica, this is over. Better we talk downstairs. Don’t make a scene here.”

He didn’t even give her a chance to step inside. He stepped out into the hallway, closing the door behind him, leaving Aniya smiling smugly on the inside.

Quacy didn’t speak at all while they rode down in the elevator.

Zelica was petrified. Her brain wasn’t capable of processing what had just happened. The smell of Aniya’s perfume, an expensive scent that wasn’t to her taste at all, lingered faintly on Quacy’s robe.

The elevator chimed, opening into the busy lobby. It was evening rush hour. A few other residents looked at them with curiosity.

Quacy walked quickly toward a corner of the lobby, somewhat secluded, near a large floor-to-ceiling window overlooking Peachtree Road. Zelica followed him like a robot.