“I’m sorry, Piper, but let’s break up for now,” Ezrah's expression was aloof as he delivered those words as if they were inconsequential. Piper was dumbfounded, shock registering on her face.
After carefully orchestrating that accident to leave no traces behind, she was relieved that even though Zora had escaped, another accident claimed her life, indicating that fate had intervened.
Just when Piper thought everything was finally falling into place as it should have been, Ezrah dropped this heartbreaking news.
“Ezrah, what are you talking about?” Her expression was so glum that not even all the makeup could brighten it. It was as if she had just risen from the grave.
Ezrah remained aloof. At that moment, all he could think about was the Company and his image in front of the media.
He may not have been a good husband to Zora, but she had still protected him. How could he let her sacrifices be in vain? Being with Piper would only disrespect those sacrifices.
“You heard me, Piper. My wife just died. It's not right for me to have another woman by my side. It shows disrespect towards her sacrifices. But don’t get me wrong. Let’s give it two to three years,” Ezrah said carefully. Piper was incensed. Was the number ‘3’ some kind of lucky charm or curse for him?
He had been married to Zora for three years, and now he wanted Piper to wait for another three years, making it a total of six.