I took my time packing up the stall I had rented, not a care in the world. With a flourish, I pulled off my headscarf, letting my freshly dyed chestnut waves tumble free, and let out a carefree whistle.
“Special deal, Jeffrey: buy one, get one free. Looks like you’re up next!”
Ever since he and Sophie tied the knot, Jeffrey, with his face as wrinkled as a dried–up tree bark, had become a hermit.
However, with his mom biting the dust and Sophie herself behind bars, not to mention the debt collectors pounding on his door every other day, Jeffrey had no choice but to gear up and sneak out like a bandit.
Me? I was not about to let him slip by.
I had paid someone off to keep tabs on him around the clock. The moment he dared to leave his house, my informant would tip off the debt collectors.
Every wrong had a wrongdoer, and every debt had a debtor. I was not one to let a deadbeat slide, but I steered clear of breaking the law.
So, come nine at night, it was time.
In a forgotten corner of the city, Jeffrey found himself cornered on a rooftop.
“Why are you asking me for money? You lent it to Sophie, not me!” he protested, clutching his
watch like a lifeline.
He had a point.
After the court seized his fancy apartment and car, that designer watch was the last piece of his heyday.
“Sophie has already handed over the evidence of your domestic abuse, grabbing her pre- marriage assets, and identity theft for loans to the cops,” I told him, no longer holding back.
There he was, staring wide–eyed and trembling as I stood before him, decked out in jewels, the very picture of success.
“Yasmine, is that you? You’re here for revenge, aren’t you?!” he gasped.
I just smiled at him, my silence speaking volumes.
Jeffrey freaked out and shouted at me, “No way, this can’t be happening. I’m sure I’m
dreaming. In the real world, I’m cruising in fancy cars with more cash than I can burn.”
