Jack's anger flared, "Who are you telling to leave?" He stepped forward, pushing me provocatively. I fell to the ground, dizzied and weakened, my body lacking any strength. At that moment, Zoe returned. Hearing our argument, she hurried in, finding Jack glaring at me while I struggled on the floor.
Jack mockingly shook his head at me, suggesting I was feigning weakness, while Zoe coldly told me to stand up, showing no hint of her once gentle tone towards me. Struggling to breathe and unable to stand, I revealed my illness, which momentarily stunned both. Jack laughed it off, accusing me of playing tricks, while Zoe dismissed the seriousness of my condition.
I pointed to where the diagnosis was stored. Jack found and mocked the document, suggesting I was faking it to keep Zoe. Zoe looked at the diagnosis, unimpressed, and tossed it aside, indifferent to my condition.
I stated plainly that this was my home, unwelcoming to Jack. Jack argued that the villa, our once shared love nest, should not be left to a stranger and suggested compensating me to leave. Zoe was conflicted but offered me a substantial sum to move out. Defeated yet defiant, I countered with a demand for double the amount, signaling the end of our decade-long relationship. "Deal," she agreed.