Mother’s Day of Remembrance. My husband slammed my head against the tombstone, and agony swept through my entire body. With his beloved assistant in his arms, he mocked me. “Do you think a ten-million-dollar sales order will make me forgive your mother? That’s like giving charity to beggars.” He squinted and sneered, then kicked and shattered my mother’s tombstone. “Your snobbish mother died too comfortably, so I’ll make you a living widow, ensuring she can’t rest in peace.” Tears and blood blurred my vision. I got up to fight back against my husband, but the assistant tripped me. My abdomen struck the broken tombstone, and the intense pain made me pass out. He kissed the assistant as a reward and flew to the Island overnight to celebrate her birthday. When I woke up, I had lost the ability to have children, and my mother’s grave was reduced to ruins by a fire. Declan, our marriage ends here. Don’t blame me for my ruthlessness! Fueled by hatred, I went to the company to resign to Declan, only to find out he was on the Island celebrating Lydia’s birthday. So, I submitted my resignation online. Within seconds, the assistant approved it on Declan’s behalf. The legitimate wife was openly replaced by the mistress, and my colleagues mocked me behind my back. “How embarrassing, President Declan has disliked her for a long time. She clung to the company and wouldn’t leave.” “Exactly, she always opposed President Declan and bullied the assistant. It’s karma that came too late.” “I bet our boss’s wife will be replaced soon, and someone will leave with nothing.” I smirked inwardly, having seen them suck up to the powerful too often. Declan targeted me in everything, but he only favored the assistant, Lydia. When Lydia made mistakes, I reprimanded her officially, but Declan protected her and turned the tables, humiliating me for abusing power. Those two-faced colleagues constantly humiliated me with words to curry favor with Declan and Lydia. After I left, they wouldn’t have a good time. “I left the company of my own accord to become the vice president at a rival company. Without me, this company will soon go bankrupt. Your good days are coming to an end.” They didn’t know I took all the sales orders under my name, which accounted for 80% of the company’s business. Everyone looked at me in confusion. I ignored their questions and left the company with my box. As soon as I stepped out of the building, Declan called. “What are you doing? Didn’t you see the document I sent? The client needs it urgently. Send it to me in half an hour, or you’ll regret it when I get back.” He didn’t know I had resigned. Still as overbearing as ever, treating me like a slave, even threatening me with violence. But I wouldn’t tolerate him anymore. I casually opened the document. It was the ten-million-dollar order I secured with great effort. I had tried to use it to negotiate with Declan, but he dismissed it and gave it to Lydia as a birthday present. As always, I was the workhorse, taking on overtime and blame. While Lydia only had to flatter and slack off to enjoy the benefits. When Declan started treating me this way, I resisted. But he expertly manipulated me, intentionally neglecting me and threatening divorce. I loved him and didn’t want a divorce, so I agreed to his unreasonable demands. I naively believed Declan would be moved by me and fall in love. But what did I get in return? It wasn’t until I lost the ability to have children and my mother’s grave was burned that I realized how wrong I was. “I’m busy.” “Do you dare refuse my orders?” Declan frowned displeased, his tone suddenly cold. “Adeline, listen to me. No matter what you’re doing, drop it and get it done now, or I’ll fire you.” “I already…” I was about to explain my resignation when Lydia spoke softly. “Declan, I didn’t expect Adeline to be so petty, still blaming me for tripping her. Maybe I should handle it myself.” “Adeline wouldn’t dare hold a grudge against you. Today’s your birthday, and you were exhausted last night. Let her handle these trivial tasks.” Declan’s gentle tone towards her left me dazed. He doted on her so much. Lydia, basking in her triumph, subtly sowed discord, making Declan even more disgusted with me. Declan shouted at me, “Adeline, I’m the boss, and you’re the employee. You have no right to say no. Get it done now.” Lydia played the good person, “Declan, maybe I should do it. Adeline just got out of the hospital and isn’t well.” “She only went to the hospital, she’s not dead. You were almost exhausted last night.” “As the boss’s wife, Adeline should contribute more to the company.” With a few dismissive words, Declan belittled my pain and morally coerced me. If someone doesn’t love you, even if you die, they’d think you’re pretending to sleep. I trembled, touching my abdomen, my eyes bloodshot, wishing I could tear Lydia and Declan apart. But I had to endure, to ensure they got what they deserved. Seeing my silence, Declan assumed I was complying, and his tone softened. “Adeline, this is a chance to atone for your mother’s sins. What a great opportunity. As the hostess, you should have a broader perspective.” “Sometimes you’re not even as good as Lydia. She’s so dedicated to the company. She worked until she had a fever yesterday, while you just sit and enjoy. You should learn from her.” Lydia giggled, “Declan, you’re so mean. Adeline has done a lot for you and the company.” On the surface, she defended me, but she was really mocking me, laughing at Declan for not touching me. Declan didn’t catch the sarcasm and mocked me with her. “What Adeline has done is nothing to me. It can’t be considered a contribution. The company’s performance relies on you, our sales elite.” I was shaking with anger, my blood boiling, struggling to breathe. Regretting blindly loving Declan. Declan feigned ignorance. All of Lydia’s sales orders were taken from me. And the one who gave her the power was Declan himself. He squandered my love, thinking I couldn’t live without him, thinking I wouldn’t divorce him. “I have to deliver gifts to a major client. I’m hanging up. Send the document to my email immediately.” Ten minutes later, my phone buzzed. Lydia sent a provocative photo. In a five-star hotel restaurant, Declan cut steak to feed her, with cake, wine, and flowers beside them, stabbing my heart like a knife. The limited edition Chanel bag by her side was the one I’d longed for but couldn’t afford. I couldn’t help but look at Lydia’s Facebook. Last night, she took a selfie in a hotel robe, with Declan’s reflection in the window glass. Love and lack thereof are clear at a glance. Tears streamed down my face, and I clenched my fists in fury. Turns out, Lydia’s fever was from serving Declan too “diligently.” The so-called gift for a major client was actually Declan’s birthday gift to the assistant. “Adeline, you can’t get your husband’s love and lost your job. If I were you, I’d have jumped in the river out of shame.” I didn’t reply to Lydia, saving the photo instead. I opened my phone, adjusted the document Declan sent, and directly sent it to his email, waiting for the crisis to unfold. Just as I got in a cab home, my phone chimed. The bank deducted fifty thousand for five-star hotel dining and lodging, leaving a balance of one thousand. Declan spent my money celebrating Lydia’s birthday.
Everyone said I put up with Declan for his money. But no one knew he controlled the finances. I didn’t get a cent of his money. My salary covered daily expenses, while his money managed the company and investments. I never complained, but when I wanted to buy a limited edition Chanel bag, I found my money was almost gone. For household expenses, I gave up on buying the bag and checked my spending at the bank. Turns out my salary was almost spent by Declan. He used my money to buy Lydia a gold necklace, luxury skincare, and dresses worth thousands. But I never thought he’d use our meager remaining balance to buy Lydia birthday gifts and book a presidential suite. For me, he was incredibly stingy. He made me order meal kits, patch up clothes at the tailor, use cabs for work, and gave me gifts from street promotions for my birthday. Whenever I was dissatisfied, he’d accuse me of being wasteful and a spendthrift. When I fought with him about Lydia, he said I slandered him, claiming the things were for clients and told me not to be a jealous woman. After finding just a thousand left in the bank, I called him, wanting my money back. But he didn’t answer for a long time, so I told the driver to head to the bank. I withdrew the remaining money, quickly canceled the account, and cut off our financial ties. Just after finishing, Declan called. “My phone was on silent. What’s up?” “Pay me back. The money you spent on Lydia’s bag and hotel, give it back.” Declan didn’t expect me to demand the money, and he was speechless. “That’s marital property. Why can’t I use it? You’re being petty.” I spoke coldly, confronting him, “The money in the account was my salary. You shamelessly used it on your mistress. If you don’t pay back, I’ll sue you.” Declan was speechless, knowing he was in the wrong. We built the business from scratch. During the toughest times, we asked Mother for money. She refused and told friends and family not to lend us any. Mother called him a pauper, saying lending him money was like throwing buns to a dog, never to return. Declan became gaunt and depressed. I secretly mortgaged our marital home and took a high-interest loan to solve the crisis. When we overcame the difficulty, Declan found out and was furious, demanding I redeem the house quickly. Declan was rendered speechless, fully aware of his own fault. We built everything from the ground up. During the most challenging times of our startup, we turned to my mother for financial help, but she refused and even warned our friends and family against lending money to Declan. She called him a poor man, saying lending him money was as good as throwing it away. Declan became more withdrawn and despondent by the day. Without his knowledge, I used our home as collateral for a high-interest loan to tide us over. Later, when we overcame the crisis, Declan found out and was furious, insisting that I redeem the home immediately. But I had no money, so I had to ask my mother-in-law for help. She used the funds meant for her cancer treatment to reclaim our home. Not long after, she passed away due to lack of treatment. Declan blamed my mother, claiming her snobbery was responsible for his mother’s death. On the phone, Declan was silent for a few seconds before sighing. “Adeline, I know you’re not asking me to repay the money; you’re just upset with me. But remember, your mother caused my mother’s death. Spending a little on my assistant isn’t asking too much.” “I’m just venting my anger at your mother’s grave, so don’t be so petty.” “I urgently need to send gifts to clients. Transfer the money to me right away. Stop sulking, or you’ll ruin a big business deal.” “You have one minute, or I’ll divorce you.” Declan feared I’d refuse, so he threatened divorce. This threat always worked on me. Whenever he mentioned divorce, I would comply obediently. He took advantage of this and kept using it against me. In the past, I didn’t want to lose him and felt guilty about his mother, so I swallowed my pride repeatedly. Now I finally understand. He would never appreciate my efforts; he would only demand more, always thinking I owed him. Over the years, I’ve sacrificed for him and even lost my ability to have children. Whatever debt there was, I’ve long repaid it. His future struggles are no longer my concern. “I don’t have any money left. You can ask the bank for a loan or use an online loan. Lydia can also pay for you first.” “You have a week to return the money to me.” I turned off my phone and took a taxi back to our home to pack my things. The house was a gift from my mother, decorated in a style Declan liked, and he was very pleased with it. I wanted to add Declan’s name to the property title, but my mother strongly opposed it, saying that men were unreliable and that the house was my only security. Because of this, my mother and I didn’t speak for a month until Declan said he wouldn’t insist on it, and we proceeded with the wedding. Declan’s resentment towards my mother had already started back then, but my love-blinded mind didn’t notice. I packed my belongings and listed the house for sale online. That afternoon, I went to City Hall to submit the divorce papers. Declan had already signed his name. Ever since I discovered Lydia’s existence, I had secretly prepared a divorce agreement. When I asked Declan to sign the sales contract, I slipped the divorce agreement inside. He didn’t even look before signing. Due to his trust in my abilities, he never scrutinized contracts, giving me an opportunity. When I asked him to review the contract again, Lydia waved at him from a distance, and he was immediately distracted. He patted my shoulder and said, “I trust you. A contract you’ve reviewed is surely fine.” I watched his hurried back, tears welling up in my eyes. He didn’t trust me; he was just in a rush to meet his mistress and had no time for me. The staff at City Hall shook their head, saying the divorce needed personal confirmation from both parties. I showed them the provocative photos Lydia sent, the spending records Declan had with her, and the recordings of him threatening me with divorce, but they were all rejected. Why is getting a divorce so difficult? “I’m about to clock out. Are you going to proceed or not?” I grabbed her hand and pleaded, “Of course, I will. I’ll call him right away, please wait for me.” I turned on my phone and quickly dialed Declan’s number. The emergency call went unanswered, and I knew he had blocked me. I borrowed someone else’s phone to call him, and he answered immediately. “Declan…” “Adeline? How dare you turn off your phone and contact me? This marriage is definitely over.” I hung up and asked, “Can I proceed now?” The staff looked at me with sympathy, asking if Declan was abusive. I thought for a moment and nodded. She sighed and didn’t make it difficult for me, telling me to collect the certificate in a month.
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