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.

Aniya followed him, crying hysterically, dragging two suitcases full of her designer bags.

He wasn’t just bankrupt on paper. Now he was literally on the street, back at the ground zero he had created for Zelica, on the hot sidewalk in front of the lobby.

The real drama had just begun.

“This is all your fault!” Aniya shrieked, hitting his chest. “You said you were rich. You said you were great. Turns out you’re just a scammer!”

He, who had already lost everything, unloaded his remaining anger on the only target left.

“My fault? Your fault! Who asked for Birkin bags every week? Who asked for vacations in Turks? You made me spend, parasite. Parasite!”

Aniya’s jaw dropped. Their fight was so loud it became a public spectacle. They didn’t realize that across the street, someone was recording with their phone.

“I didn’t sign up for this!” Aniya shrieked. “I’m done.”