"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 brother-in-law 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 decade-long 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.
