He picked bones for his secretary—I divorced him

On my 35th birthday, I didn’t even have time to change my clothes before going to the hotel to attend my own birthday party.

But before I even entered the door, the waiter stopped me with a frown.

"This is a highend hotel. Not just anyone can come in."

I looked down at my clothes awkwardly. My apron was washed white and stained with oil stains that I accidentally splashed on it when selling French crepes.

I argued with the waiter for a long time, "Today is my birthday, and my husband has booked a birthday party here, in the Sapphire Room..."

Before I could finish, the waiter sneered and looked at me with contempt.

"You're just a crepe seller, are you qualified?"

"The Sapphire Room has long been reserved by a tyrant boss, who invites his beautiful wife to dinner here on this day every month."

I rushed into the private room and found that the dishes had already been served. My husband, who had been married for ten years, was removing fish bones from his secretary.

I didn't forget to tell the waiter:

"Scarlett doesn't like sweet food, so take away all the sweet food."

I calmly stared at the waiter as he took away all my favorite dishes, and said calmly:

"Vincent Sterling, we are divorced."

"Divorce?" He looked at me in astonishment, sneered and stood up: "Just because I removed the fishbone for Scarlett?"

I nodded.

"Yes, because you removed the fishbone for her."

……

"Emily, stop it."

Vincent looked at me helplessly and frowned:

"Today is a good day for Scarlett to get a promotion and a raise. It's a rare opportunity for you to come to a big hotel for dinner. Come sit down and don't spoil the fun."

Vincent didn't listen to me at all. Instead, he thought I was jealous and deliberately looking for trouble.

He casually brought a plate of food and placed it in front of me.

"Isn't it just picking out some fish bones? If you want to eat this whole plate, it's all yours."

I stared at the blueberry yam in front of me in silence.

Ten years.

He still can't remember that I'm allergic to yams.

Vincent answered me casually and then shifted his attention to the elegantly dressed secretary next to him.

"Scarlett, you've been busy for the company these days. You've worked hard. Eat more."

"Thank you, Brother Vincent."

Scarlett Chambers nodded and smiled. She looked gentle and elegant, like a peony grown in a greenhouse.

She reached out, pulled out a stool, and asked me to sit down.

"Emily, Brother Vincent said that time is tight, so he ordered the dishes first. Do you think they suit your taste?"

My eyes fell on her fair and delicate hands, and I felt a strange sense of envy in my heart.

Ten years ago, my hands were whiter and tenderer than hers.

But for the past ten years, I have been making French pancakes day after day. When business is good, I can make hundreds of sets a day.

The pair of delicate hands were already covered with calluses, rough and cracked, and Vincent would feel disgusted if he even looked at them for one more moment.

As for Scarlett taking two bites and throwing the fish off the plate, I have never eaten that before.

Not to mention that Vincent picked out all the thorns himself.

I pulled the corners of my lips bitterly, "Vincent, I said I want a divorce."

Just then my brother came out and glared at me impatiently.

"Sister, you are old now, can you please stop doing this?"

"My brotherinlaw kindly invited you to the hotel for dinner. Who are you showing your gloomy face to? It's really unlucky."

As he spoke, Jacob Miller patted the man on the shoulder and said apologetically:

"Brotherinlaw, don't bother my sister. She is just like that. She is very hypocritical."

"If she was as generous and decent as Sister Scarlett, I would wake up laughing in my dreams. It's a pity, tsk tsk ..."

The two extremely ironic exclamations made several people present smile knowingly.

They always ridicule me like this.

Because I sell crepes.

Even my own brother Jacob, because he can get benefits by currying favor with the domineering Vincent, always acts in a way that is not appropriate for him.

Scarlett smiled awkwardly, "Jacob, don't say that. Emily will be mad."

"Emily's image is indeed a bit off. Maybe she doesn't have clothes that fit her. How about this——"

Scarlett suddenly remembered something and rummaged through the designer bag behind her.

My eyes hurt the moment the bag was opened.

I once saw it on the official website and this bag alone is worth 50,000.

I need to sell French crepes for half a year.

But on Scarlett's birthday, Vincent bought it without hesitation by swiping his credit card just because he glanced at it a few more times.

I asked with red eyes, Vincent sighed and explained to me:

"Emily Foster, you know, Scarlett's husband was a good brother under my command back then. He saved my life in a car accident and died on the spot."

"His last wish before he died was for me to take good care of Scarlett. I will definitely treat her like my own sister. This bag is just a gift from me to her on behalf of my brother."

He said that he had treated Scarlett badly and should compensate her.

But I worked so hard selling French crepes for 10 years and never received any gift from him, not even a flower or a greeting card.

“Found it.”

Scarlett rummaged through the bag for a long time, found a spare piece of clothing, and handed it to me with a faint smile.

"Emily, I have worn this dress before, but only once or twice. It is still new."

"You might as well wear it. After all, clothes make the man. A different style of clothes will look much better."

This action came from her unconscious kindness.

My husband Vincent and my brother Jacob gave her admiring looks.

But I just feel humiliated.

She kept handing it to me for a long time, but I remained silent and didn't reach out to take it.

Jacob finally lost his patience, "Emily, don't be so shameless!"

"Sister Scarlett was kind enough to give you her clothes. If you don't want to thank her, that's fine. But why did you make her feel awkward?"

Vincent lit a cigarette and echoed:

"Come on, Emily, you have to know when to stop throwing tantrums."

Scarlett's eyes gradually turned red, "Emily, do you dislike the fact that I wore this dress?"

She hurriedly put away her clothes and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't think it through. How about this, after dinner I'll take you to buy a few pieces..."

"No."

I interrupted her coldly, "I don't deserve it."

I said this and looked at Vincent.

These three words were his original words.

The last time they were shopping in the mall, they didn’t know I was there.

I stared at a skirt that cost $198 and touched it happily for a long time, but I couldn't bear to buy it.

But a belt that Scarlett likes costs $19,800.

Vincent paid for it with his credit card without hesitation.

"As long as you like it, it's worth it."

Scarlett was extremely happy and mentioned:

"Brother Vincent, the clothes here are all very nice. Should we bring some clothes back for Emily?"

Vincent sneered and said:

"No need. The clothes here are so highend. How can a crepe seller like her wear them? She doesn't deserve them."

"Just buy what you like, don't think about saving money from me."

That day, they went into the depths of the mall in pairs, but I was the only one who was cold all over and stood there stiffly.

"Forget it, don't bother with her. Today's heroine is Sister Scarlett."

Jacob stood up with a glass of wine in his hand, "Sister Scarlett, I haven't congratulated you yet, but my brotherinlaw said that your hard work has been noticed and you were finally promoted and given a raise. I knew you could do it."

Scarlett stood up with a smile and followed suit, "How could that be? I have to thank you two for your care."

Looking at the three of them talking and laughing, it seemed like they were a family.

I felt like an unnecessary person, sitting there feeling awkward and embarrassed, and so sad that I couldn't breathe.

It turned out that Vincent sent me a text message today to inform me to come to Sapphire Room for dinner.

Not because he remembered that today was my birthday.

It was to celebrate the secretary's promotion and salary increase, and to make it more lively with more people.

After they drank three glasses of wine, I still sat there indifferently, not even moving my chopsticks.

Jacob glanced at me several times with dissatisfaction, but he held back from getting angry.

Vincent also frowned slightly.

"Why don't you eat?"

I stared calmly at the dishes in front of me, none of which I could eat.

All cater to Scarlett's taste.

Suddenly I remembered every time Scarlett came home.

No matter how busy he is, Vincent will cook for himself.

"Those chefs don't know Scarlett's taste. I'm worried she won't be able to get used to it."

Scarlett is extremely picky. She doesn't eat onions, ginger, or garlic, and she also wants the food to be just the right level of spiciness.

Vincent understands her better than he understands me as his wife.

But every time I just pursed my lips and stood there watching.

In the ten years of marriage, Vincent has never cooked for me himself.

But he would be angry if Scarlett frowned, pursed her lips, or said something like "it's not tasty".

I would spend several days in the kitchen studying cooking.

Even when the fish was served, Vincent would personally pick out the fish bones and place them in front of Scarlett.

But such a small thing.

I've never experienced that.

At this moment I am stroking the calluses on my hands.

Still silent and stubborn.

"Vincent, after this meal we're going to go to City Hall to get a divorce."

I don't want to wait any longer.

I just want to get a divorce certificate and end this decadelong period of marital neglect and bullying.

The smile on Vincent's face completely faded.

"Emily, if you want to throw a tantrum, go home and do it. We finally come out for a meal, do we have to let everyone see your face?"

"And I just picked a fish bone for Scarlett. Why are you doing this? What's wrong with you?"

I looked at the man's face in front of me and felt that he was so strange.

In his early years, Vincent was involved in gangs.

I have been with him since I was 18.

During the worst year of my life, I had to compete with hungry dogs for food.

Vincent gave me a piece of cake, and I entrusted my life to him.

He brought me in front of the brothers and smoked a cigarette, "Her name is Emily, and she will be your big sister from now on."

Not long after we got married, he got into trouble and went to jail.

One level lasts for five years.

In order to support my brothers, I worked from dawn to dusk setting up a stall selling French crepes.

She didn't even know she was pregnant at the time, and she suffered a miscarriage due to excessive exhaustion.

Later, I set up a business by selling two villas from a stall selling French crepes.

After accumulating capital, Vincent was able to start his own business. As soon as he was released from prison, he became a prominent business boss.

But after he became rich, the first thing he did was not to repay me and let me suffer less.

Instead, he brought his brother's wife Scarlett back home.

She was allowed to live in a newly purchased private villa and was recruited into the company as a secretary with little extra work.

Birthdays, holidays and various anniversaries every year.

Scarlett received so many gifts.

Every time I questioned him, Vincent gave me earnest explanations.

"It was because of me that Scarlett married my brother. That brother died trying to save me. Do you think I can be irresponsible for my brother's wife?"

Seeing my haggard face, Vincent softened his tone to comfort me.

"You made a living selling crepes for me. How could I forget your kindness?"

"Don't think too much about it. I just treat Scarlett as my younger sister. It has been the same for all these years."

But how could I not know?

He felt unworthy of having a wife who sold crepes.

He took his secretary to the cocktail party, and everyone misunderstood that she was the real wife, but he refused to explain.

Even the group of brothers in the past.

Call me Big Sister politely in person.

But privately, they call Scarlett little Emily.

Even if Vincent doesn't admit it, it can't change the preference he has revealed intentionally or unintentionally over the years.

The meal was not pleasant.

I didn't even move my chopsticks, I stood up and said, "Since I'm redundant, I won't bother you anymore."

Jacob slammed the table in anger.

"Emily, you've gone too far this time. Are you possessed by evil spirits for no reason? A crepe seller is really not presentable."

He complained in a low voice, "Brotherinlaw, she shouldn't have been allowed to come in the first place. The celebration party we prepared for Sister Scarlett was ruined by her."

I was filled with disappointment. My parents died early, and Jacob and I depended on each other for survival. He ate my food, drank my water, and relied on me for support.

Now that he's drinking broth with Vincent, he starts to dislike the fact that my French crepes are not up to par.

I called the waiter and asked them to bring paper and pen, and wrote a statement of termination of guardianship on the spot.

"Since you think that I am not a decent enough sister, then let's sever our relationship."

"Jacob, from now on you can let someone else be your sister. Whether she lives or dies has nothing to do with me."

Jacob became angry when he heard this, and he did not hide the disgust in his eyes.

"Is there any sister like you? I just said a few words to you, and you turned your face away like that, and you even threatened to break off the relationship?"

"You are emotionally unstable, right?"

"Anyway, I have my brotherinlaw here, so I am not afraid of starving. Since you took the initiative to break up the engagement, I will do as you wish."

He signed the release statement without hesitation.

Then it hit me in the face.

Jacob looked very proud:

"In the future, my brotherinlaw will buy me a villa and help me find a wife. What difference will it make whether I have a sister like you or not? I still think that selling French crepes is not respectable enough."

I put away the custody termination statement expressionlessly. I want to see if Vincent will still help you after the divorce since we have no relationship at all.

Seeing that I decided to leave, Vincent didn't stop me.

"You are not in a stable mood today. Go home and have a good rest. Don't go out to the stall today."

I stood at the door and looked back coldly.

"Vincent, I just want to ask, today is my birthday, have you ever thought about buying me a birthday cake?"

Vincent was stunned, and looked up at me in shock: "What? You... today is your birthday, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

He immediately stood up and tried to pull me back to sit down, "Hurry up and sit down. I'll order a cake for you now."

I smiled bitterly and shook off his hand, "No need, belated affection is cheaper than grass."

What's more, I just want to ask, when he was busy organizing a celebration party for his secretary Scarlett, did he ever think of me for a moment.

Even for a moment.

But no.

"Tomorrow I will have my lawyer prepare a Prenuptial Agreement. We will get a divorce and you won't have to celebrate my birthday anymore in this life."

I left without looking back, and I heard Vincent's anxious shouts behind me, but he didn't catch up with me in the end.

I went out, gritted my teeth, and hailed a taxi back from the roadside.

The driver asked me where I was going. I wiped the tears from my face and said, "Anywhere is fine."

Finally, the driver dropped me off by the river. Seeing that I was in a bad mood, he bought me a cup of coffee.

"Girl, I'll buy you a drink."

"Life is short, happiness is the most important thing, don't be depressed."

I ordered a takeout, squatted by the river, enjoying the cool breeze and eating cake to celebrate my birthday.

The cake was very sweet, which is my favorite flavor, but I started to cry while eating it.

In the past ten years, I have lived frugally and given every penny I earned to this family.

I can take the bus when I go out, but I don’t even want to take a taxi. I can’t bear to buy new clothes when my clothes are still wearable.

I thought Vincent could see my dedication and hard work, but in return I only felt moved.

In the past two years, the family has not been short of money.

But there is very little money for me.

Vincent has a company to run, social events to give gifts to, and a secretary to support.

Every time he attended a cocktail party, the female companion he brought was Scarlett.

Everyone knew that he despised me, an old woman selling French pancakes, and thought I was not worthy of appearing in front of him.

He would give her gifts every year, but in the ten years I've been with him, I've never received one.

Every time I lost control and asked, he frowned and said:

"Those outsiders are ignorant, are you ignorant too?"

"You know very well that Scarlett's husband died just to save me. Before he died, I promised him that I would take care of Scarlett for the rest of her life."

So he had the confidence to recruit Scarlett into the company as a secretary.

Even though she knows nothing and does nothing, she still enjoys the highest treatment in the company.

In the airconditioned office, directing others to work.

There was even one time when he ordered 200 sets of crepes just to play a trick on me, under the pretext of a company meeting.

I made it overnight and sent it to her while it was still hot.

Scarlett pretended to be surprised and exclaimed: "Oh no, I forgot. Brother Vincent specially called a Michelin fivestar chef to cook for everyone today."

"Sister Emily, I'm so sorry to have made you come here for nothing."

Vincent waved his hand after learning about the situation.

"It's no big deal. If you don't need it, just go back."

"Isn't it just French crepes? They're homemade anyway, so we have plenty."

But I am not just a crepe seller. I have hands and feet, and I can support myself. I am no worse than them.

I have made enough money over the years to help Vincent earn the first pot of gold to start his own company.

I also earned a villa.

But I sacrificed 10 years of my youth.

Next, it’s time for me to live for myself.

After eating the cake, I took a taxi to the mall, changed out of that outfit, and started trying on various dresses and suits without setting any limits for myself.

Just when I was trying on the fifth set of clothes, I went out and saw Vincent and Scarlett there.

"Ma'am, this dress really suits you. It looks great."

The clerk's exclamation attracted the attention of passersby, and Vincent and Scarlett turned around at the same time.

When Vincent saw me coming out of the fitting room, there was a flash of surprise in his eyes.

"Emily, why are you like this? Take it off quickly, this style doesn't suit you."

I sneered, "Who do you think you are? What qualifications do you have to tell me what to do?"

Before, it was because of Vincent’s comments that he always instilled in me the idea that I was not worthy.

Gradually, I began to feel that I was unworthy.

But he forgot that all these assets were earned by me.

I earn my own money, so I can spend it however I want.

“Emily, that dress just doesn't suit you. Some people could wear a crown and still look like a pauper.”

Scarlett pretended to be kind and took a step forward. "How about I help you pick out two suitable ones?"

Scarlett always likes to pretend to be gentle and considerate in front of outsiders in order to win people's hearts.

I refused coldly, "No need to bother you. The saleslady just said that I look good in this outfit, and I am very satisfied with it."

I took out my bank card and said, "Check out."

Vincent's face suddenly changed and he stepped forward to stop me.

"Emily, why are you so extravagant with your money now?"

"Have you forgotten how hard it is to sell crepes outside? A set of crepes only costs $10. How many sets of crepes do you have to buy to earn enough money for this set of clothes?"

"Besides, don't we have clothes to wear at home? Don't buy it if you can."

I coldly shook off his hand and my eyes fell on the shopping bags in Scarlett's hands.

"So you have money to buy it for other women, but no money to buy it for your own wife?"

"Vincent, don't forget who earned this money. Don't think that just because you are wearing a suit and look respectable, you have forgotten who you are."

Vincent's face turned increasingly pale.

But I ignored him and left with my packed shopping bags, going to several shopping malls in one go.

Shopping really makes people happy, especially when you spend your own money, which gives you a sense of accomplishment and pleasure.

The next day I slept until I woke up naturally, and Vincent cooked and prepared breakfast for me.

When he urged me to get up and eat for the third time, the lawyer had already sent me the electronic version of the Prenuptial Agreement. I went to the study to print it out and handed it to Vincent.

"signature."

Vincent took a look, frowned, and refused to sign.

"Emily, stop messing around."

Vincent sighed helplessly, "We are an old married couple, and we are still getting divorced. Wouldn't that make people laugh at us?"

"Besides, our family can't live without you, Emily, and I can't live without you either."

Vincent took out a gift box from behind and handed it to me.

"I forgot your birthday yesterday. I'm giving you this gift today as compensation."

Before I could say anything, Vincent took the initiative to open the gift box.

"Look at this beautiful necklace. I know you'll like it."

Inside was a cheap turquoise bracelet that looked like something you would buy at a street stall for just a few dozen dollars.

I couldn't help but sneer in my heart. The gift I gave to Scarlett was jewelry worth tens of thousands of dollars.

They just randomly gave me a fake gift, thinking that I would be grateful.

Seeing that I didn't move, Vincent took out the necklace and stood up.

"If you like it, I'll put it on you. Wear this necklace when you sell French crepes, and the customers will definitely praise you for being pretty."

I avoided it coldly, "No need, give it to Scarlett."

Vincent froze for a moment, "No, she doesn't like this style."

"This was originally meant for you..."

Just then, his cell phone suddenly rang.

Seeing the caller ID, Vincent answered without hesitation, "Scarlett, what's going on?"