I had been married for three years to my husband, Wesley Harrington, who was staying home full time to speculate in the stock market.

I provided all his living expenses, but not only did he lose me a lot of money, but he brought his childhood sweetheart, Joyce Wilson, from his rural hometown to my house. I had to provide her with food and a place to live, and Wesley forced her into an internship in our company.

When I gave Joyce any advice, she would cry and complain, and Wesley would scold me for not knowing what I was doing.

Joyce rumored about me everywhere, causing me to lose my job.

As I asked Joyce, Wesley slapped me across the face. Then, he turned around and hugged her.

"My stock has skyrocketed, and I'm divorcing the bitch!"

I thought, "Well, he may be lucky, but he doesn't have a chance to spend that money."

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As I returned home after being exhausted all day, a buxom girl was sitting on the sofa wrapped in a bath towel, leaning over Wesley's shoulder.

I was furious. "Wesley, what are you doing?"

The two, however, looked quite calm.

Wesley put his arm around Joyce's shoulders. "Honey, this is my sister, Joyce Wilson, from my hometown."

"Isabella, nice to meet you." Joyce looked enthusiastic, but she peered at me with quite hostile eyes.

"Your sister?" I sneered, "Is she your cousin or friend? How come I didn't know when we got married?"

Joyce seemed as if she was terrified. "Isabella, don't get me wrong. Wesley and I are like brother and sister."

"Isabella won't think much of it." Wesley comforted her, "Joyce has already been a senior, and she's looking for an internship company. Isabella, you always brag about how well you do at your company, so how about you ask Joyce to be an intern coach tomorrow?"

Wesley was using a totally commanding tone.

I held back my anger. "I can help her find an internship company, but our company is about yoga and fitness. Her physique might not be a good fit."

"What do you mean? Do you think Joyce is overweight?" Wesley was furious, pointing at me and cursing me, "Joyce is a senior graduate from Hamlin University, and she majored in journalism. It would be an honor for you if she interned at your shitty company. Who are you to be picky?"

"Since she was so awesome, why did you beg me?"

I change my shoes, and I carried the dinner I bought from outside back to my bedroom.

Wesley tried to rush over, but Joyce stopped him as she cried her eyes out.

"Wesley, I don't blame Isabella, I'm overweight."

Wesley spat. "Are you heavy? You have a perfect figure. Her strong body looks disgusting and ugly and hard to the touch. I was blind to marry her in the first place!"

Joyce cried as she persuaded, "Wesley, stop it."

I closed the bedroom door and watched the soap opera while I ate.

Wesley, however, kept knocking on the door. "Joyce and I are hungry. Joyce and I are hungry. Go make two pasta dishes."

Over the past years, I made all the money for the family, and Wesley spent my money speculating in stocks right after he graduated. He lost hundreds of thousands of dollars, but he never dared to ask me to cook or do housework.

Wesley wanted to be manly in front of his dear childhood sweetheart today, didn't he?

After a while, Joyce dragged him away. "Forget it. Wesley, Isabella's been tired all day. How about we order takeout?"

Wesley shouted on purpose, "All men will want virtuous wives, and a woman like her is just lucky to be married to me!"

I didn't have any feelings for him for a long time, so his words couldn't hurt me.

But my parents were so traditional that they thought it was a scandal for a woman to get divorced.

My parents were even locking me in my room to keep us from getting divorced, and they told Wesley about it.

Before we could finalize the divorce, they helped Wesley cancel the application.

So, I could only endure it like this.

I was busy until midnight before I went to bed.

Joyce knocked on my door at seven in the morning.

"Isabella, I bought you breakfast, so get up and eat."

"Enjoy yourself." I covered my ears in annoyance.

I didn't work until the afternoon, so I usually didn't get up until nine or ten in the morning.

Joyce, however, persisted in knocking on the door. "Isabella, it's from a very famous breakfast restaurant, and I waited in line for a long time. You should eat it while it's still fresh, or it won't taste good, and it's bad for your stomach."

Wesley also helped her knock on the door. "Isabella, Joyce bought breakfast especially for you. Don't be ungrateful."

He obviously knew my routine best.

I couldn't take it anymore, so I opened the door, threw the breakfast in Joyce's hand into the trash can, and went back to bed.

Joyce burst into tears. "Isabella, I'm sorry, I didn't know your tastes. If you had told me, I would have remembered, and I wouldn't make the mistake of upsetting you next time."

Wesley reassured her worriedly, kicking the door harshly. "Isabella, are you insane? Why are you going so far? Apologize to Joyce now!"

I changed, opened the door, pushed them away, and carried my computer bag to the coffee shop near the office.

I stayed at the coffee shop until afternoon when I had lunch and headed back to the office.

"Good afternoon, Isabella!"

I turned around and realized that Joyce was unexpectedly in our company, and she was dressed as an intern.

She smiled sweetly with a provocative look in her eyes.

I pressed my temper and called the personnel manager, "Did you recruit her?"

"Isabella, she said she's Wesley's sister," The personnel manager said helplessly, "After all, Wesley sent her here in person."

Wesley? We had been married for three years, and he never came to see me.

The first time he came to my company was for Joyce.

I told the personnel manager directly in front of Joyce, "I don't own this company alone, and you should choose someone based on her qualifications. She doesn't meet the company's requirements, so let her leave right now."

Joyce looked pale. "Isabella, you're going to make Wesley upset if you don't let me intern here."

"I don't live by flattering a man," I sneered, "Besides, didn't Wesley say you had an excellent resume? You could have applied for the job on merit."

Joyce bit her lips tightly and lowered her head. The personnel manager told her to hurry up to change her clothes and took her out.

I stayed at the office because it was so awful at home.

A few days later, Wesley and Joyce came back to my door.

Wesley blocked my way on a business trip. "Give me and Joyce twenty thousand dollars for living expenses."

I ignored Wesley and went straight to my car. I had just started the engine when Joyce got right in front of my car.

I braked urgently, rolled down the window, and cursed, "Are you crazy?"

Wesley took the opportunity to grab the window and spit at me. "Who allowed you to talk to Joyce like that? If she gets hurt in any way, I'll cut you into pieces."

Joyce leaned her obese body directly onto the front of my car as she looked over at Wesley and choked with sobs. "Wesley, you don't have to worry about me. Just get it straight with Isabella."

Wesley rolled his eyes. "Joyce and I don't have any more money to live on, so you should transfer the money to us now. The house is too messy right now, so you either need to get someone to clean it up or pay more for us to keep staying in a hotel."

He kept losing money over the years, and he consistently swiped my bank card.

I clearly remembered there were tens of thousands of dollars in there a few days ago.

When I opened the bank program to see the transfer records, I couldn't imagine that not a single penny was left.

As I turned on the home surveillance, I found the living room, bedroom and even the bathroom piled high with take-out containers, food waste and used paper towels, with flies and bedbugs flying around, and the stench almost overflowing the screen.

I couldn't help but retch.

Seeing that I was getting a bit angry, Wesley hastily argued, "It's your house, so you should have been responsible for cleaning it in the first place. If you put my name on the real estate deed now, I can clean it."

I looked over the transfer details. "You guys spend hundreds of dollars a day on food. Are you guys pigs?"

Wesley slapped my backrest in annoyance. "Isabella, don't go too far. You're the sales champion, so you're not lack of money, right? Joyce is a natural big eater, and it's normal for her to eat more since she's had a hard time studying in college."

I sneered, "You can make money to support her, but why are you asking me for money?"

Wesley blushed. "You know my situation, I'm working for my career right now, so I'm in need of financing. How could I owe you money? You should be sensible. Otherwise, when the your stock go up, don't blame me for not warning you."

"I don't need your money, but I won't give you a cent today." I restarted the engine and stared at Joyce ahead of me. "If you really want to die, I'll make it happen today."

Joyce, of course, didn't dare to be serious. She coweringly jumped down, threw herself into Wesley's arms, and cried.

Wesley yelled from behind my car, "Isabella, you're a bitch!"

I looked through the rearview mirror and saw Wesley sitting on the door step with his arm around Joyce after getting angry in place for a while.

Did he want to wait for windfalls?

I contacted my assistant to find a way to get rid of them.

When I returned to the office in the afternoon, the two nasties were no longer at the door.

But I bumped into Joyce when I walked in the front door.

Joyce was unexpectedly dressed as an intern coach again.

I called the personnel manager. After a while, my nemesis, Jacob Whitman, came to my office.

Jacob's performance had been inferior to mine, but he was arrogant and often slandered me behind my back.

At this point, Jacob looked condescending. "What's the matter? Am I supposed to report to you for recruiting an intern?"

"You need to meet the company's requirements when you recruit."

Jacob didn't care about it. "She's just an intern, and she only gets a thousand dollars a month, which I can pay for it. I think Joyce is young and pretty, and she's highly educated, so why doesn't she fit in anymore? Isabella, are you jealous of her?"

Joyce hurriedly grabbed Jacob's arm. "Jacob, Isabella treats me the best, and I can't make her satisfied."

She looked aggrieved, but she truly couldn't hide the smugness in her eyes as she looked at me.

"Whatever. You'll take care of the new employee you've recruited, and don't bother me with my work. Please get out."

The two left in disappointment when they didn't see that I was upset.

However, Joyce had never understood a word I said.

The next morning, Joyce pushed her way straight through the door, and she handed me a paper bag. "Isabella, these are my handmade cookies. How about you try some?"

"I'm a coach, and I need to control my sugar intake. Also, you need to knock when you come into my office from now on."

"I only put a little sugar in it, and I took you into consideration." Joyce took out a cookie and put it directly to my mouth, shoving it into my mouth. "Isabella, taste it. I've been studying for a long time!"

"I told you I won't eat it!"

I moved Joyce's arm away, but she took the opportunity to fall backward and screamed so loudly that the cookies were suddenly scattered all over the floor.

The other employees ran over when they heard her voice, and Joyce purposely blurted out, "Isabella, it'll be fine if you don't eat it, but why did you push me?"

Jacob rushed in to help Joyce up and said furiously, "Isabella, even if you're jealous of Joyce, you can't go this far!"

"There's a surveillance camera in the office, you can see if I pushed her!"

I switched my computer to the monitoring page.

The surveillance camera suddenly broke down, and it went black!

"When did you break my surveillance camera?"

"I'm not that interested in it," Jacob denied, "You're afraid of leaving evidence, so you're deliberately setting them up, aren't you?"

I gasped, "Get out!"

The next day, the video of me bullying a colleague made headlines on the company forums.

Since I was definitely ahead of the curve, many employees in the company were jealous of me, and they were sarcastic in the comment section, saying that they were being bullied by me as well.

The whole thing kept on festering.

Fortunately, I did very well in the company, and my boss, Victor Hastings, just called me and asked me a few questions before letting me put on my normal makeup for live streaming.

In addition to being a personal fitness trainer during the week, I also did live streaming online explaining fitness precautions. I would sell fitness products online, and I was considered a spokesperson for our company.

However, my live room was occupied today.

I knock on the door. "Please move out of my place, and I'm going to have a live streaming."

Jacob came out of it, closing the door tightly. "I'm going to use this room. If you're going to do a live streaming, you'll need to find another room."

I glanced at my watch. "My live streaming has started at this hour every day."

Jacob didn't care about it. "So what? You used to be the sales champion all the time, but now it's going to be me."

He returned to the live room after that and immediately closed the door tightly.

I wanted to call Victor for instructions, but I suddenly realized something.

Victor would also watch the live streaming, so how could he not know about it?

He wasn't going to fire me right away, but he was at least willing to share a portion of my performance to avoid being threatened.

I calmed down and had an idea. I was going to do live streaming directly from the yoga studio on my private account.

"We're on a long vacation, and I'm going to teach yoga for relaxation and meditation. If anyone has any questions, feel free to leave them in my comment section!"

Due to my standard and elegant postures, and my style of live streaming was humorous and practical, I surprisingly set a new record for the number of people in my live room, and people were coming to follow my private account.

Jacob and Joyce were lack of experience, and Joyce's figure didn't match the expectations of fitness enthusiasts, so she received a lot of skepticism.

The fans suspected that I had a problem with the company, so they simply unfollowed my official account of the company.

Victor called and explained to me that he had no idea and that it was a complete accident, and he said that the live room would always be for my use only from now on.

I declined.

Even though I wasn't going to quit my job for a while, I really should have gotten a new one.

They reminded me to do so.

However, Joyce's live streaming surprisingly took off in reverse a month later.