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.

“Ex-wife? Qui? What is this?” Zelica whispered, feeling a stinging burn in her eyes. “Who is she? Why is she in our house? Why is she wearing my clothes?”

Quacy sighed as if Zelica were a trivial nuisance.

“Listen, Zelica, this is over. Better we talk downstairs. Don’t make a scene here.”

He didn’t even give her a chance to step inside. He stepped out into the hallway, closing the door behind him, leaving Aniya smiling smugly on the inside.

Quacy didn’t speak at all while they rode down in the elevator.

Zelica was petrified. Her brain wasn’t capable of processing what had just happened. The smell of Aniya’s perfume, an expensive scent that wasn’t to her taste at all, lingered faintly on Quacy’s robe.

The elevator chimed, opening into the busy lobby. It was evening rush hour. A few other residents looked at them with curiosity.