For the sake of Roman White’s career, I willingly served time in prison for him. After I was released from prison three years later due to my good behavior, he gave me a cheap necklace. Just when I was feeling confused, I saw his secretary, Megan Smith, holding a necklace packaging box just like the one I had. I dismissed the doubts in my heart. Until the company’s year-end party was over, Megan updated her Instagram. [I received a high-end custom diamond necklace from Mr. White at the party. So happy!] Many people asked her when she would become Mrs. White, and Roman liked that post. I went to confront Roman, and the answer I got was that my identity was not honorable after I had served my sentence. He asked me to hide our marriage. Angrily, I called his enemy, Noah Adams, and said, “You said your company would always welcome me. Does that still hold true?” “You served time in prison for Roman for so long, and now you want to come to my company?” Noah joked, “Didn’t he say that when you were released from prison, the position of department manager would be yours?” I held up the cheap necklace in my hand, smiled self-deprecatingly at the light, and said, “I don’t want it anymore.” As soon as I finished speaking, Roman appeared at the door, looking at me in confusion and asking, “What don’t you want?” I calmly hung up the phone and confessed, “The department manager position.” His expression became complicated, but he quickly let out a sigh of relief and said, “Coincidentally, I was planning to give this position to Megan anyway. You can start as a clerk first.” I frowned. Three years ago, for the development of his company, I unhesitatingly took the blame for him. At that time, he promised me that when I was released from prison, the position of department manager would be mine. But now I had become a dispensable clerk. Roman had broken his promise from that year, yet there was not the slightest bit of guilt on his face. I felt heartbroken. Seeing that I didn’t say anything, he took out an agreement from his briefcase and threw it on the coffee table, saying nonchalantly, “This is the secret marriage agreement. Just think of doing this for the company.” The words “secret marriage agreement” were dazzling to me. Three years ago, the day before I went to prison, Roman and I got married. What supported me through the long prison term was my expectation of being with him after I was released. But now, I had become a stain on his company, and he even wanted me to disappear completely from his world. I smiled self-deprecatingly, picked up the pen, and signed without hesitation. Roman suddenly turned his head and looked at my hand that was about to put pen to paper, his brows furrowed. He thought, “How could she who once couldn’t wait to make our marriage public be so resolute?” He subconsciously stopped me and tentatively asked, “Aren’t you going to think about it at all?” I didn’t answer and directly signed my name. Roman held the signed agreement and fell silent. After a while, he cleared his throat and said gently, “Abigail, don’t worry. Once the situation of our company stabilizes, I will compensate you.” I responded perfunctorily. Just then, the notification sound of the company group chat rang. Megan was appointed as the first department manager of the company. Colleagues in the group congratulated her. [You have accompanied Mr. White and worked hard for these three years. We all think you deserve this position!] [I think Megan should be Mrs. White. We support you very much.] Then, Megan sent a shy emoji, tacitly agreeing with what everyone said. She wrote: [I still think Abigail is luckier. She served three years in prison and can still be a clerk in the company. Mr. White is so good to her!] Megan, who knew the inside story, was undoubtedly mocking me by saying this. I forced myself to endure the discomfort and looked away, only to catch a glimpse of Roman staring at his phone with a gentle smile. I couldn’t help but start to suspect that he chose to have a secret marriage with me because of Megan.
Moving into the guest room was the first step for Roman to fulfill the secret marriage agreement. Then, he drew the line. We didn’t take the same car, and we didn’t go together. I was only allowed to call him Mr. White in the company. Finally, he said that his relationship with Megan was just for show, and I wasn’t allowed to make a fuss about it. After saying these things to me, Roman disappeared for three days. Three days later, I took a sick leave because of a fever. He called me and said reproachfully, “I can’t believe you asked for leave when you just started. Go to the hospital by yourself. I’m on a business trip and busy.” I’d seen this coming. I gave a faint answer. But before his words were even finished, a coquettish voice sounded. “Roman, my zipper is stuck! Come and help me…” Roman hung up the phone in a hurry, and I heard his footsteps walking away. Then I saw that Megan’s Instagram had a new profile picture, which was a couple’s profile picture with Roman. Once, I always pestered Roman to change the couple’s profile picture with me, but he always made excuses, saying it was troublesome and childish. He just didn’t want to use the couple’s things with me. For some unknown reason, he started to send me messages and call me frequently. I only replied with one message: [It’s my rest time now. Mr. White, please understand.] After finishing the infusion, I returned to the company. My colleagues were still cold to me, and my desk was piled high with work documents. Probably in their eyes, I was just a lucky person who was taken in by Roman after serving my sentence, and I deserved this treatment. I adjusted my mood and packed the items in the storage cabinet into a black garbage bag. If I had known they would be useless, I wouldn’t have brought them into the company in the first place. Just as I was about to go out to throw away the garbage, Roman came back. Before I could react, he angrily dragged me into the stairwell. Seeing the garbage bag in my hand, his face darkened, and he said, “You have time to throw away the garbage, but you don’t have time to answer my phone calls?” The strong perfume smell on him made me instinctively take a step back, and I said calmly, “I have replied to your message.” My words angered him, and he questioned me, “Why do you call me Mr. White?” I thought, “What’s the difference between being on the phone and being in person? This was what he asked for. Why is he dissatisfied now?” Seeing that I was silent, he sneered, “You know I don’t like willful women. Don’t become the kind of person I hate.” After saying that, he snatched the garbage from my hand and threw it hard on the ground. A huge noise echoed in the stairwell. He walked away swaggeringly. Our photo together and the couple’s water cup were shattered all over the ground. Our relationship of many years seemed to be like these fragments, difficult to be restored. My heart ached faintly, as if it was also full of cracks. I silently cleaned up the garbage and called a lawyer, asking him to draw up a divorce agreement. Just as I was holding the printed document and about to knock on the door, Roman opened the door of his office one step ahead. Seeing his cold gaze, I calmly handed the document to him and said, “Sign it when you have time.” Roman didn’t look at the document. He directly turned to the last page and signed it, and then calmly handed it back to me, ordering me, “Go out for business entertainment with me later. Drink more wine.” I wondered in my heart, “His alcohol tolerance is always good. Why does he want me to drink more wine?” Before I could ask, Megan bounced out from behind him and said, “Mr. White is so considerate! Thank you for remembering that I can’t drink because of my cold.”
Megan was wrapped in a blanket and snuggled up on Roman’s shoulder. When she saw me, she frowned and said reluctantly, “Mr. White, you’re being too careful. I just have a cold. You won’t let me drink or let me go to work. If I hadn’t begged you all the time, you wouldn’t have brought me here.” Hearing this, Roman affectionately touched the tip of her nose with his fingertips and said indulgently, “Then don’t cry when you take your medicine.” The affectionate gestures between them were what only lovers in love should have. His gentle and humorous appearance made me feel so unfamiliar. I clenched the divorce agreement in my hand and instead felt relieved. When we arrived at the restaurant, Roman first exchanged a few pleasantries with the partner and then began to introduce Megan, saying, “This is Megan Smith, the department manager of our company.” When Roman introduced me, the president of the partner frowned and said disdainfully, “This lady, if I’m not mistaken, was imprisoned for defaulting on a loan, right? Mr. White is so nostalgic.” His body stiffened slightly. He glanced at me, finally smiled, and acquiesced. Roman’s and Megan’s seats were next to each other. During the meal, he kept giving me looks, indicating that I should take the initiative to please the partner. During the dinner, someone noticed the intimacy between them and joked with a smile, “Mr. White and Ms. Smith are a perfect match. Mr. White, may I ask if you’re married?” Roman looked at me, his eyes showing a hint of imperceptible hesitation. The next second, we almost answered at the same time, “No.” Although we said the same answer, he suddenly turned his head to look at me, his eyes full of shock. It wasn’t until the partner went to the restroom that he sent me a message to explain: [It’s just for show. Never mind.] Roman said he was just acting, but what I said was the truth. After all, he had already signed the divorce agreement. I glanced at the message and turned my phone screen down on the table. Seeing this, Roman was just about to stand up, but I stood up and went to the restroom first. When I came out of the cubicle, I ran into Megan. She folded her arms across her chest and said arrogantly, “Abigail, you’re pathetic. You’re being despised by your husband to this extent. I would be very ashamed if I were you.” I lowered my head to wash my hands. The sound of the running water covered up my indifferent words. I said, “Ms. Smith, this has nothing to do with you.” After drying my hands, I was about to leave. But Megan stepped sideways to block my way and scanned me from head to toe with her eyes. She said, “Mrs. White, why are you still wearing such old-fashioned clothes?” She chuckled and showed off, saying, “Oh, I forgot. Roman’s money was probably all used to buy me high-end, custom-made clothes. I’m really sorry.” Those expensive brand-name clothes on her were like a silent mockery, reminding me of the difference between a plastic necklace and a high-end custom diamond necklace. The pain that had been pent up for a long time made me almost flee in a hurry. When I got back to the private room, I picked up my bag and left. Roman quickly stepped forward to stop me and said patiently, “Don’t leave yet. I’ll send you back later.” Just as I was about to refuse him, Megan suddenly rushed in, crying, instantly attracting everyone’s attention. He immediately let go of my hand and stepped forward quickly, asking about the situation anxiously. Megan rummaged through her bag in a hurry and then searched all her pockets. She shouted in a panic, “My custom-made diamond ring is gone!”
The private room suddenly became noisy. Everyone was helping Megan look for the ring. As she searched, she said anxiously, “This is a birthday gift from Mr. White. It’s worth more than 30 million dollars. But I lost it!” I just wanted to leave this suffocating scene as soon as possible. When I was just at the door, Megan stopped me and said, “Abigail, let me check your bag. This way, you can clear your suspicion.” She seemed polite, but her eyes were full of provocation. I knew I didn’t take her ring, but I couldn’t defend myself. I said, “I’m tired. Ms. Smith, you can look for it yourself.” Seeing that I was determined to leave, Megan actually grabbed my bag. As we tugged, the things in my bag scattered all over the ground. In the mess, a huge diamond ring sparkled with a blinding light. I was stunned and looked at Megan in disbelief. She showed a triumphant smile. “Why are you framing me?” I looked at her angrily. I turned around and saw that everyone in the private room was looking at me with disdain. Roman frowned, and his disgusted gaze stabbed into my heart like a knife. “I didn’t take it!” I instinctively explained to him, but my voice was drowned out in the noise. Megan picked up the ring and burst into tears. “This ring means a great deal to me. How could you steal it, Abigail? I thought you had reformed, but I didn’t expect you to stop at nothing for money. I won’t dare to work with you in the future…” Her words made everyone’s faces in the room gloomy. The president of the partner showed a gloomy expression and said sternly to Roman, “Mr. White, our cooperation this time is over!” After saying that, he left angrily. I wanted to chase after him and explain, but Roman slapped me in the face. I covered my face and looked at him in disbelief. He said coldly, “I didn’t expect you to be such a greedy person! I brought you here not to embarrass me!” His actions and words let me down. I thought, “He should know my character. Has he forgotten why I went to prison in the first place?” Looking at his angry eyes, I knew he wouldn’t believe me. I smiled bitterly, took out my phone, and handed it to him, saying, “In that case, call the police.” He glanced down at the phone and then looked up at me. His eyes were complex, but he didn’t move. I seemed to know Roman more. “Unreasonable!” He snorted coldly and turned around to comfort Megan, gently putting the ring on her finger. I was left alone in the private room with a mess on the floor. I silently picked up the scattered items, without any hesitation, turned around and left, heading straight for the airport. The waiting hall at night was empty. I wanted to edit my resignation letter, but I received a dismissal notice from Roman first. [Don’t come to the company anymore. Reflect on your mistakes at home!] His words were full of anger, as if he was giving me charity. I looked at the phone screen and just thought it was ridiculous. Without hesitation, I took a photo of the divorce agreement that I had already signed and sent it to him. [Roman, I wish you and Megan a long life together! But the prerequisite is that you have to go through the divorce procedures with me first, otherwise, I’ll sue you for bigamy.] Soon, I received a call from Roman. I hung up all of his calls, and Roman sent me a lot of messages. [Abigail, are you kidding? When did I agree to the divorce?]
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