Me: …
A few months later, Emily resigned.
The day she left, I happened to have an interview.
When I arrived at the office, she had already packed her things.
Seeing me, her face–dejected for so long–strangely broke into a smile.
“Sarah, we’ll see who has the last laugh.”
So weird.
I returned to my desk and found my mouse had been moved.
Thinking a colleague had accidentally bumped it, I didn’t think much of it.
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But two days later, a news story exploded online: “Business Tycoon’s Secret Marriage Exposed, Wife Points Finger at Gold–Digging Woman.”
The article revealed that while business leader Mike was married, his marriage to Sarah was a contractual
arrangement.
It not only detailed my personal information but also claimed I had married Mike solely to benefit from the relationship.
My recent interviews with industry leaders were presented as compelling evidence.
Of course, the final nail in the coffin was a screenshot of a chat message at the end of the news article:
“Since we’re in a fake marriage with no property disputes, and our contract period has expired, let’s go to the
civil affairs bureau soon to finalize the divorce.”
From the position of the chat bubble, it was clear the photo had come from my device.
I suddenly remembered Emily’s parting words and my moved mouse.
So, she had spied on my computer?
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One stone created a thousand ripples.
Quickly, the internet exploded.
“First drama of the year: my husband is married, and his wife turns out to be a gold–digger?”
“What normal person has a contract marriage? Mike must be gay, and they’re in a lavender marriage.”
“Damn, look at all her interview subjects–all industry giants. How could she possibly have those connectio- ns on her own?”
Chapter 2
