Sarah Miller bought another new bag.

This time, it was a classic Hermès Birkin, priced at over seventy thousand dollars.

In just two months, she had already bought five expensive bags.

But her monthly salary was only about three thousand.

When I questioned her, she impatiently said,

“I’ve told you countless times already, these bags are just knockoff designer bags, they’re not worth much at all.”

“Can’t you stop overthinking? You’re a grown man, why are you so petty?”

“Tonight, we’re having a company dinner, I’ll probably be back late. Don’t wait up for me!”

As she slung the bag over her shoulder and was about to head out, I pulled out the Divorce Agreement I had prepared and said calmly,

“Sign this before you go to your dinner.”

Sarah froze when she saw the document.

Then, glaring at me, she snapped,

“David Miller, have you lost your mind?”

“What do you mean by putting this Divorce Agreement in front of me?”

“Just because I bought a few knockoff bags recently, you want to divorce me?”

I looked at her calmly and said,

“It’s not just about the bags. What about your expensive cosmetics?”

“That set of La Mer alone cost enough to cover half a year of our living expenses…”

Before I could finish, Sarah grew even more furious and shouted,

“David, are you just trying to piss me off today?”

“Those expensive cosmetics were company perks! Every female employee got them, so what nonsense are you spouting again?”

A mocking smile tugged at the corner of my lips.

“Your boss sure is generous.”

Sarah grew agitated at my sarcasm.

She ripped the Divorce Agreement into pieces and hurled the shreds in my face.

Fuming, she barked,

“David, this is all because you can’t stand Eric Johnson, isn’t it?”

“You’re just jealous of Eric’s success—you can’t bear to see him doing better than you.”

Eric Johnson was Sarah’s boss—and her first love.

Six months ago, Eric started his own company, hiring mostly female employees.

Two months ago, Sarah applied and got in. The pay wasn’t great, but the perks were generous.

Eric often bought luxury goods to hand out as company benefits, which made Sarah and the other women fiercely loyal to him.

I had questioned the company’s business model more than once, but Sarah always snapped back,

“Stop judging others with such suspicion. Eric’s company is completely legal and compliant. There’s nothing shady about it.”

Sarah even said that by the end of the year, when Eric’s company went public, outstanding employees would receive Pre-IPO Stock Options.

I remained skeptical.

Something about Eric seemed deeply wrong, but Sarah insisted I was only jealous.

In our three years of marriage, Sarah and I had hardly ever fought.

But ever since she joined Eric’s company, arguments had become a regular occurrence.

I had once loved Sarah deeply.

But in these past two months, that love had been steadily eroded by her own hands.

With a heavy sigh, I was just about to speak when a knock sounded at the door.

Eric Johnson had arrived.

Sarah instantly shed the anger and hostility she’d shown me moments ago.

Like a woman freshly in love, she beamed at Eric and said sweetly,

“What are you doing here?”

Eric smiled.

“Just happened to be passing by, thought I’d pick you up for the company dinner party.”

“Tonight’s not just any dinner—I’ve got something important to announce. You better be the first to stand up and support me!”

Sarah nodded eagerly.

“Of course!”

Eric cast me a glance, then looked at the shredded Divorce Agreement on the floor by my feet. With a smirk, he said,

“David, fighting with Sarah again?”

“You’re a man, and yet you bicker with your wife all day. Don’t you find it pathetic?”

“I heard from Sarah you’ve been working delivery shifts after your day job just to make ends meet?”

“David, you graduated from a top university, and yet you’re worse off than me—a high school graduate?”

“Let me give you a chance. Come work at my company.”

“I’m not saying you’ll strike it rich, but when my company goes public at the end of the year, if you work hard and earn some stock options, you could become a millionaire overnight.”

I ignored Eric’s sneering and temptation, my face cold.

Sarah shot me a vicious glare, then turned to Eric with a sugary smile.

“Don’t mind him. He’s just a petty mule. Probably had a rough time on deliveries today and decided to take it out on me.”

Eric gave me a contemptuous glance and said mockingly,

“You take out your frustrations on your wife? Real impressive, David.”

“When my company goes public at year’s end, Sarah’s stock options will be second only to mine. She’ll be worth tens of millions, maybe even over a hundred million. Then you really won’t be able to hold your head up in front of her.”

Sarah’s face glowed with excitement. She threw me a disdainful look, then quickly pulled Eric out the door, as if afraid I might lose control and lash out.

Not long after they left, my phone buzzed.

It was a video from Eric.

On the footage from his car’s dashcam, Eric and Sarah were half-dressed, locked in a passionate kiss.

The taunt was obvious.

In the past, I would have flown into a rage, ready to kill him.

Now, I only felt disgust. The anger was gone.

When you care about someone, their every move stirs your emotions.

But once you stop caring, nothing matters anymore.

I packed my things into a suitcase and drafted another Divorce Agreement.

Since I had already decided to divorce Sarah, there would be no turning back.

As night fell, I waited at home for Sarah’s return.

That was when a message from the bank arrived.

When I read it, my face froze in shock.

The three hundred thousand dollars in my account had been completely drained.

That money was partly what I had scrimped and saved over the years, but mostly the inheritance left by my late parents.

After our marriage, Sarah had managed that account. I had reminded her countless times never to touch it unless it was for buying a house or raising kids in the future.

And now, the entire three hundred thousand was gone.

My first instinct was to call Sarah.

When she picked up, I could hear loud, chaotic noises on her end—cheers and excited shouts.

Frantically, I demanded,

“Did you transfer that three hundred thousand out of the account?”

On the other end, Sarah’s impatient voice came through.

“I used it to buy the company’s Pre-IPO Stock Options. All the employees bought in. By the time the IPO hits at year’s end, the shares will skyrocket…”

I cut her off, shouting in fury,

“Eric is running an illegal investment scam! Get that money back right now!”

Sarah’s annoyance deepened as she snapped,

“David, if you don’t understand, stop slandering people.”

“This is a once-in-a-lifetime chance to get rich—I’m not missing it.”

“You’re too short-sighted, no wonder you’ve never made any real money. Eric is way ahead of you.”

Before I could respond, she hung up. When I tried again, she refused to answer.

Boiling with anger, I rushed out and headed straight to the hotel near her office, where the company dinner was being held.

When I arrived, Eric was on stage, microphone in hand, passionately painting a rosy picture of the company’s future.

Below, Sarah and the others listened with flushed faces, thrilled and mesmerized.

The atmosphere was electric. Eric was too good at manipulation, and they had all lost their reason.

My sudden appearance made Sarah falter.

Then, frowning in irritation, she demanded,

“What are you doing here?”

I roared,

“Get that money back!”

Sarah snapped back, her face dark with anger,

“David, are you trying to humiliate me in public?”

“Get out of here right now, or else—”

I cut her off.

“Not until you return that three hundred thousand!”

Sarah’s face flushed red with rage. Her coworkers exchanged curious, mocking looks, whispering behind their hands.

“So that’s Sarah’s husband?”

“Didn’t she say she ruled the house like a queen? That her husband always gave in to her? What’s going on now?”

“I never liked her anyway. She joined after us, but acts all high and mighty just because she’s close to the boss.”

“I heard Sarah and the boss are having an affair. Been cheating on her husband for ages.”

“Of course. Why else would he shower her with luxury gifts when the rest of us get crumbs?”

“But honestly, Sarah’s husband really has no sense of finance. Three hundred thousand invested in stock options—by the IPO, that’ll multiply several times over.”

“My husband’s the same, shortsighted and clinging to dead savings. If not for me, he’d never make a cent.”

“I even put up our family’s hundred thousand into options—didn’t tell anyone at home. Once the stock explodes after the IPO, it’ll be a huge surprise.”

As the gossip swirled, Eric stepped down from the stage, smirking as he said to me,

“David, you can’t make money yourself, so you’re stopping Sarah from making money too? What’s wrong with you?”

“Afraid that once she’s rich, she’ll kick you to the curb?”

“You’re a top university grad, yet you earn only a few thousand a month and deliver food to get by. Don’t you feel pathetic?”

“Sarah’s making money with me. I guarantee that by the IPO, her stock options will be worth at least five times more!”