He was very wrong.
Feeling the pressure decrease, he decided it was time to take the last step. He had to secure Zelica—not on a business level, but personal.
He knew the old Zelica was weak, forgiving, and still loved him.
He sent a bouquet of white roses, her favorites back then, to the Cascade mansion with a note:
I know I was wrong. Let’s talk like old times. Dinner at our usual spot.
Zelica almost threw the flowers away, but Seek stopped her.
“Go,” he said. “Let him dig his own grave deeper.”
That night, Zelica went to the upscale restaurant where Quacy had once proposed to her.
He was already waiting. He looked impeccable. He ordered the most expensive wine.
“Zel,” he said, taking her hand across the table.
She allowed it. Her skin felt cold.
“I ask for your forgiveness.”
Zelica just looked at him, waiting.
