“Quacy, explain this to me,” Zelica demanded. Her voice was barely audible.
“What is there to explain?” Quacy said coldly. “Is it not clear? You and I are done. Finished.”
“Just like that? After ten years? After I took care of your mother after her stroke last year? After building with you from ground zero?”
Quacy let out a cynical laugh.
“Building with me from ground zero? Don’t be ridiculous, Zelica. I am successful thanks to my hard work. You—” he sneered, “you’re just a burden. Especially after you spent so much time taking care of your mama in that country town. You forgot your duties as a wife.”
“My duties?”
“Yes. Look at you.”
He pointed at Zelica with disgust.
“Disheveled, unkempt. I am a major developer. I need a partner on my level, not a housewife like you.”
Zelica’s jaw dropped. The man in front of her seemed like a complete stranger.
