After my husband threw me out of the house after our divorce, I took the old bank card my father had left behind and used it at a branch in the U.S., sending the whole bank lobby into a stir as the staff hurriedly called the manager over, and the words “Look at the name on this account!” revealed a family secret I had never known.

When Zelica walked into her new mansion, she was no longer the woman who had been kicked out of the apartment lobby. She was Ms. Zelica Okafor, CEO of Okafor Legacy Holdings LLC.

Meanwhile, in the penthouse at the Sovereign, Quacy and Aniya’s life was at its peak.

“This project, babe,” Quacy exclaimed one night while pouring champagne for Aniya. “This is going to change the game.”

After managing to kick Zelica out, he felt invincible. His construction business was frantically looking for new projects.

“I have inside info,” he said, eyes shining with greed. “There’s prime land—thousands of acres down in South Georgia—coming onto the market. They say it’s going to be opened up for a luxury development. I have to get the construction contract.”

Aniya, who was busy taking selfies with her champagne glass, was only half listening.

“Oh, yeah. Great. That means our wedding can be in Turks and Caicos, right? And I want that new Birkin bag, the crocodile-skin one.”