hapter 3
The unfinished questioning he had was choked in my throat by my indifferent words.
I hung up the phone, and the car happened to arrive at the entrance of the residential area.
After getting out of the car, messages from Lucas Company’s work group kept popping up.
When I clicked in, the number of unread messages inside was already showing 99 plus.
At the top, there was a picture sent by Miah of Lucas fixing the circuit pipes for her.
“Which boss is so considerate! I am willing to dedicate my whole life to the company! I want to sign
a labor contract for three lifetimes!”
Below are the voices of envy and jealousy from other employees in the company.
“I have never seen a boss like this before. Didn’t the cleaning lady say that the boss has OCD? It doesn’t seem like it, though.”
Oh my god, the man who took off his suit looks so handsome! I will be Mr. Harper’s dream girl in the future! No one should try to steal him from me!
“The picture was sent by future Mrs. Harper, wake up, working is your only way out.”
Before Lucas hired a secretary, I had been helping him for free. Later, he hired Miah to replace me
But I forgot to leave this group.
After reading all the replies in the group, I deleted the records and left the group chat.
Having already decided to leave, it didn’t seem so heartbreaking to catch a glimpse of the scenes of their life together after marriage.
In a daze, I remembered that back then, just after graduating and joining the company, he used to
post my work updates in the group every day.
The stolen photos were either taken while brewing coffee or while writing a schedule.
Everyone in the company could tell that he liked me.
With the help of love, even going to work seems to become sweet.
The dull work group also came alive with his surging affection.
But everything changed from the moment Miah appeared.
She took over all of my work.
Lucas started to prohibit any messages about me in the group.
secretly and openly favored my newly hired secretary.
A colleague who used to have a good relationship with me once said that her work was not as good as mine, and Lucas immediately deducted her one–year’s bonus.
In the end, I secretly transferred fifty thousand to her, so that she wouldn’t be so angry as to impulsively resign.
After living here for eight years, but still not feeling like it’s my home, I simply packed up my belongings to take with me.
His gaze fell upon a thick photo album filled with pictures taken over the past ten years.
I held it in my arms and sat by the bed, flipping through it.
Each photo inside represents a gift that Lucas gave me.
Eight years ago, he said it himself, that after giving me 9,999 surprises, we would enter the realm of marriage together.
He tried to bribe me little by little with sincerity, making me willingly become his wife.
This album, specially customized with 9,999 pages, now has only the last page blank.
I didn’t expect to have wasted all my previous efforts.
I took the photo album and walked downstairs to an empty space. I lit it up with a lighter.
Watching the photos inside burn little by little, turning into ashes.
It also buried my eight years of youth.
When Lucas came back, what he saw was a scene that scared the blood out of his face.
He rushed over and pushed me to the ground, wanting to reach in and save me.
The scorching hot temperature was so intense that he couldn’t even get close, and his hands turned bright red from being roasted in just two seconds.
He was furious and stomped heavily on the photo album.
Watching the flames rapidly devouring each photograph.
He yelled at me angrily, “Why did you burn it? What’s wrong with you? I’ve been saving it for so long and you ruined it all!”