After getting married, my husband Ethan William and I have always kept our finances very transparent. He once told his friends, “Ella is independent and capable; she never relies on a man. What I love most is her confident demeanor.” Later, his secretary shared on social media, “I wanted him to set up a more personal payment arrangement, but instead he gave me an unlimited supplementary card. What should I do? The Princess has already fallen for the Dragon Slayer.” The pride of the Little Girl practically radiates from the screen. I sighed as I looked at the joyful posts about her finances every day: “How can I reclaim my share of this marital property? I just wonder if Ethan’s Little Girl will end up in tears.” I looked at the photos Mia posted on SnapChat: a Hermès handbag worth over a hundred thousand, a necklace from G Brand, and clothes and shoes from various luxury brands—each piece was exquisite. The comments below were filled with envy: “Mia, your boyfriend treats you so well!” “Truly, boyfriends like that never disappoint.” “Mia, when will you bring him out for us to meet?” Mia quickly posted another photo. In it, the young and charming Mia, wearing a sexy camisole, was hugging a man’s neck, only his chin visible. A dark red lip mark adorned his Adam’s apple—everyone knew what that meant. Mia captioned it: “My hero wants only me to see him; he’s mine.” The comments continued to brim with envy, but only I recognized the man as Ethan, identifiable by the scar on the side of his chin. That scar was from a winter night in college when we were working part-time. He had ridden a bicycle with me through the snow and, to protect me during a fall, injured his chin. Every time he teased me, he would say, “This is the medal of a hero; our Ella must repay me with her body.” I’d blush and bury my face in his embrace. But now, this boy who once protected me had become someone else’s Dragon Slayer, equally brave and captivating. I liked every one of Mia’s posts and commented on their group photo: “What a happy girl! I envy you for having an unlimited secondary card. When will your hero show his face?” I then selected a few of Mia’s photos and sent them to Ethan: “This style of bag and those clothes are too extravagant; they don’t suit your girl.” When Ethan came home, he bore a look of helplessness as he tore off his tie and sank tiredly onto the sofa. “Why are you competing with a girl? She’s just going to a class reunion, afraid others will look down on her, so she borrowed my secondary card for a photo.” What a flimsy excuse; it felt like a lie. I knew Mia didn’t come from a privileged background; she took out loans for university and only had two work outfits when she joined the company. Yet, her youth shone through—a simple white shirt could keep anyone’s eyes glued to her. But it was this girl who had captured Ethan’s heart. Known in the business world for his integrity, he had fallen into the web of affection spun by her, unable to escape. He continued to explain, “Those things were rewards for her hard work, but her posts were somewhat misleading. I’ve already talked to her about it; I’ll make sure she pays attention next time.” I fixed my gaze on his eyes, and when he looked away, I pointed at the photo and asked, “Ethan, how generous you are! A secretary’s hard work earns her a handbag worth over a hundred thousand and a bracelet worth over ten thousand. If this gets out, applicants will be breaking down the door to Gu’s; you truly are a good boss.” Ethan straightened up, frowning at me. “Ella, enough. I said it’s just a misunderstanding. You don’t need to read too much into it; you know I haven’t betrayed you.” “Your comment on her SnapChat today was excessive.” A sharp pain shot through my heart; he was sitting with a girl, the kiss mark still visible on her neck, and he dared to say I was excessive? I thought back to when we had just married; Ethan had said, “Ella, I will always treat you well, and we will grow old together.” That vow, made just a few years ago, had already scattered like leaves in the wind. I handed him a mirror. “Look at the kiss mark on your Adam’s apple, then tell me you haven’t betrayed me? Ethan, you’ve really disappointed me.” He panicked for a moment, knocking the mirror away, shattering it on the ground. “I felt a bit uncomfortable and pressed on it myself, leaving a mark. Don’t be suspicious, Ella. You’ve always been different from other women; why have you changed now?” He stood up, ignoring my questions, and turned to sleep in the guest room. “I don’t want to argue; you should calm down.” The next day, as soon as I arrived at work, Mia walked in with red eyes and a large bag. In front of all the colleagues, she dumped its contents onto my desk. “I’m sorry, Sister Ella. It’s my fault for being thoughtless and posting those things on SnapChat, which made you misunderstand.” “I shouldn’t have let Ethan’s rewards go to my head and posted those random things on SnapChat; I’m truly sorry.” The colleagues watching had no idea what was happening, whispering and pointing outside. I picked up a G Brand bag and smiled, asking, “What great contribution have you made to the company? A reward of over a hundred thousand? Ask those standing outside; they work hard—have they ever received such rewards?” I tossed the bag lightly onto the ground, landing at her feet. “And a jacket worth several thousand?” “A bracelet worth over ten thousand? Mia, how many good deeds have you done to earn daily rewards?” Mia’s face turned pale, tears welling in her eyes. “I… I work hard; how can you doubt me?” The people outside stared at the luxury items on the ground, murmuring louder: “Yeah, why does she deserve that?” “Didn’t you see her SnapChat? She said her boyfriend bought it!” “Is it her boyfriend who bought it, or is it Ethan’s reward? I’m confused.” “Are you stupid? Ethan’s wife has already spoken; what kind of relationship do you think it is? Isn’t that just a mistress?” The mocking laughter from outside reached Mia’s ears; she bit her lip, looking aggrieved. “What are you all doing? Don’t you need to work?” Ethan entered. Mia looked over, and the tears that had been threatening to fall finally rolled down her cheeks as she gazed at her Dragon Slayer with red eyes: “Ethan.” Her voice was pitiful. Ethan glared at me, looking at the items on the ground. “Ella, I told you yesterday it was just a misunderstanding. What’s the point of making things difficult for a girl?” “You scared her; she came here to apologize early in the morning, and now everything is here. Do you feel particularly imposing and proud, outshining everyone as Mrs. William?”
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