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.

“How does it look, babe? Nice, right?”

“Sell it,” he shouted.

“What?”

“Sell it all,” he yelled, eyes red. “Sell your bags. Sell your jewelry. We are bankrupt.”

Aniya’s face paled.

“These… these are gifts, not investments. Are you crazy?”

“Zelica set a trap for me,” he raved. “That snake woman bought my debts. She gave us twenty-four hours to pay half a million dollars.”

Aniya didn’t care about the debt. She only heard one thing: the money ran out.

At 10:00 a.m. sharp the next day, exactly twenty-four hours later, the doorbell of his penthouse rang.

He hadn’t slept all night. He opened the door, hoping it was Zelica coming to cancel her threat after softening up.

No.

In front of the door was Seek, calm as a statue. Behind him, two well-dressed lawyers and a man in an official uniform holding a thick folder—the sheriff’s deputy.