Cleopatra’s gaze flickered between them, tears threatening to spill.

“Mrs. Emilia… I’m sorry… I’ll be careful with my words…”

“What the hell are you still standing here for? Hop! Hop! Shoo! Shoo! Leave now!” Emilia barked.

With trembling hands, Cleopatra lifted her luggage. Anthony reached for her, but Emilia shook her head, voice firm despite the quiver.

“Anthony leave her be,” Emilia yelled.

And just like that, Cleopatra was out of the house. She sank onto the curb by the bus stand, her luggage beside her, every heartbeat a drum of betrayal.

She dialed Guinevere’s number, her fingers trembling, only to be met with a storm.

“How dare you use...