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.

They always ridicule me like this.

Because I sell crepes.

Even my own brother Jacob, because he can get benefits by currying favor with the domineering Vincent, always acts in a way that is not appropriate for him.

Scarlett smiled awkwardly, "Jacob, don't say that. Emily will be mad."

"Emily's image is indeed a bit off. Maybe she doesn't have clothes that fit her. How about this——"

Scarlett suddenly remembered something and rummaged through the designer bag behind her.

My eyes hurt the moment the bag was opened.

I once saw it on the official website and this bag alone is worth 50,000.

I need to sell French crepes for half a year.

But on Scarlett's birthday, Vincent bought it without hesitation by swiping his credit card just because he glanced at it a few more times.

I asked with red eyes, Vincent sighed and explained to me:

"Emily Foster, you know, Scarlett's husband was a good brother under my command back then. He saved my life in a car accident and died on the spot."

"His last wish before he died was for me to take good care of Scarlett. I will definitely treat her like my own sister. This bag is just a gift from me to her on behalf of my brother."

He said that he had treated Scarlett badly and should compensate her.

But I worked so hard selling French crepes for 10 years and never received any gift from him, not even a flower or a greeting card.

“Found it.”

Scarlett rummaged through the bag for a long time, found a spare piece of clothing, and handed it to me with a faint smile.

"Emily, I have worn this dress before, but only once or twice. It is still new."

"You might as well wear it. After all, clothes make the man. A different style of clothes will look much better."

This action came from her unconscious kindness.

My husband Vincent and my brother Jacob gave her admiring looks.

But I just feel humiliated.

She kept handing it to me for a long time, but I remained silent and didn't reach out to take it.

Jacob finally lost his patience, "Emily, don't be so shameless!"

"Sister Scarlett was kind enough to give you her clothes. If you don't want to thank her, that's fine. But why did you make her feel awkward?"

Vincent lit a cigarette and echoed:

"Come on, Emily, you have to know when to stop throwing tantrums."

Scarlett's eyes gradually turned red, "Emily, do you dislike the fact that I wore this dress?"

She hurriedly put away her clothes and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't think it through. How about this, after dinner I'll take you to buy a few pieces..."

"No."

I interrupted her coldly, "I don't deserve it."

I said this and looked at Vincent.

These three words were his original words.

The last time they were shopping in the mall, they didn’t know I was there.

I stared at a skirt that cost $198 and touched it happily for a long time, but I couldn't bear to buy it.

But a belt that Scarlett likes costs $19,800.

Vincent paid for it with his credit card without hesitation.

"As long as you like it, it's worth it."

Scarlett was extremely happy and mentioned:

"Brother Vincent, the clothes here are all very nice. Should we bring some clothes back for Emily?"

Vincent sneered and said:

"No need. The clothes here are so high-end. How can a crepe seller like her wear them? She doesn't deserve them."

"Just buy what you like, don't think about saving money from me."

That day, they went into the depths of the mall in pairs, but I was the only one who was cold all over and stood there stiffly.

"Forget it, don't bother with her. Today's heroine is Sister Scarlett."

Jacob stood up with a glass of wine in his hand, "Sister Scarlett, I haven't congratulated you yet, but my brother-in-law said that your hard work has been noticed and you were finally promoted and given a raise. I knew you could do it."

Scarlett stood up with a smile and followed suit, "How could that be? I have to thank you two for your care."

Looking at the three of them talking and laughing, it seemed like they were a family.

I felt like an unnecessary person, sitting there feeling awkward and embarrassed, and so sad that I couldn't breathe.

It turned out that Vincent sent me a text message today to inform me to come to Sapphire Room for dinner.

Not because he remembered that today was my birthday.

It was to celebrate the secretary's promotion and salary increase, and to make it more lively with more people.

After they drank three glasses of wine, I still sat there indifferently, not even moving my chopsticks.

Jacob glanced at me several times with dissatisfaction, but he held back from getting angry.

Vincent also frowned slightly.

"Why don't you eat?"

I stared calmly at the dishes in front of me, none of which I could eat.

All cater to Scarlett's taste.

Suddenly I remembered every time Scarlett came home.

No matter how busy he is, Vincent will cook for himself.

"Those chefs don't know Scarlett's taste. I'm worried she won't be able to get used to it."

Scarlett is extremely picky. She doesn't eat onions, ginger, or garlic, and she also wants the food to be just the right level of spiciness.

Vincent understands her better than he understands me as his wife.

But every time I just pursed my lips and stood there watching.

In the ten years of marriage, Vincent has never cooked for me himself.

But he would be angry if Scarlett frowned, pursed her lips, or said something like "it's not tasty".

I would spend several days in the kitchen studying cooking.

Even when the fish was served, Vincent would personally pick out the fish bones and place them in front of Scarlett.

But such a small thing.

I've never experienced that.

At this moment I am stroking the calluses on my hands.

Still silent and stubborn.

"Vincent, after this meal we're going to go to City Hall to get a divorce."

I don't want to wait any longer.

I just want to get a divorce certificate and end this decade-long period of marital neglect and bullying.

The smile on Vincent's face completely faded.

"Emily, if you want to throw a tantrum, go home and do it. We finally come out for a meal, do we have to let everyone see your face?"

"And I just picked a fish bone for Scarlett. Why are you doing this? What's wrong with you?"

I looked at the man's face in front of me and felt that he was so strange.

In his early years, Vincent was involved in gangs.

I have been with him since I was 18.

During the worst year of my life, I had to compete with hungry dogs for food.

Vincent gave me a piece of cake, and I entrusted my life to him.

He brought me in front of the brothers and smoked a cigarette, "Her name is Emily, and she will be your big sister from now on."

Not long after we got married, he got into trouble and went to jail.

One level lasts for five years.

In order to support my brothers, I worked from dawn to dusk setting up a stall selling French crepes.

She didn't even know she was pregnant at the time, and she suffered a miscarriage due to excessive exhaustion.

Later, I set up a business by selling two villas from a stall selling French crepes.

After accumulating capital, Vincent was able to start his own business. As soon as he was released from prison, he became a prominent business boss.

But after he became rich, the first thing he did was not to repay me and let me suffer less.

Instead, he brought his brother's wife Scarlett back home.

She was allowed to live in a newly purchased private villa and was recruited into the company as a secretary with little extra work.