He picked bones for his secretary—I divorced him

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 air-conditioned 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 five-star 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 passers-by, 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."