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.

Zelica’s heart seemed to stop beating.

“Quacy, why? Why isn’t my key working?” she asked, her voice trembling.

“Because I changed the locks,” Quacy replied, still blocking the entrance.

From inside the apartment, the crystal-clear laughter of a woman rang out.

“Babe, who is it? If it’s a solicitor, tell them to kick rocks.”

A young and very beautiful woman, much younger than Zelica, appeared over Quacy’s shoulder.

Zelica recognized her instantly as Aniya, a local Instagram model who was gaining clout and who made Zelica’s stomach turn. Aniya was wearing Zelica’s silk robe, the very same robe Zelica had gifted herself for her wedding anniversary last year.

Aniya’s eyes swept over Zelica from top to bottom, judging her simple travel clothes, her tired face, and her worn-out suitcase.

“Oh,” Aniya said with a mocking smirk. “It’s not a solicitor. Turns out it’s the ex-wife.”