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 high-end 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 brother-in-law 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:

"Brother-in-law, 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.