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We went our separate ways and had another
fight.
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Mark refused to sign the divorce papers. It
was a stalemate.
I moved out of our house, started talking to
lawyers.
Mark, as if trying to prove a point, started
taking Tiffany to all sorts of events.
Tiffany’s social media was constantly
updated: pictures of her and Mark, all kinds.
of jewelry, and captions like, “He says I’m
more precious than any gem.”
People even referred to her as Mrs. Harrison,
publicly.
I watched the videos of Mark’s vague
introductions and Tiffany’s smug responses
with disgust.
I booked a tea appointment with Mrs.
Williams, the wife of one of our biggest
clients.
In the past, Mark would be wining and dining
all these clients, but the connections went
beyond that. I knew the wives and all their
needs.
I remembered how I ran all over the city to
find the specific small wontons Mrs. Lin,
another client’s wife, said she ate as a child.
The wontons were cheap, but the gesture was
priceless.
When Mrs. Lin tasted the wontons, she was
touched.
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“You are really something. This is so hard to
find, you went out of your way for me. From
now on, all of Lin’s business is yours.
And Mrs. Williams, when she had a
miscarriage, I was there for her for a week. I
made her chicken and fish soup every day.
Mark thought that he was the reason why he
was successful, but he c ‘t know all the
work I did behind the scenes.
It’s sad how easily women’s efforts are
overlooked.
Mrs. Williams and I were chatting over tea
when I saw Tiffany, with a group of her
girlfriends, walk into the hotel. They were
laughing very loudly.
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“Tiffany, when are you and Mr. Harrison.
going to get married?”
“Yeah, I see Mr. Harrison is treating you like
gold, so sweet.”
Tiffany answered, “We are working on the
paperwork, once that old lady signs the
divorce papers, we will tie the knot!”
Then she saw me, went quiet for a second,
and walked up to me.
“Sarah, this is a really expensive place, you
know Mark is working really hard to make this
money.”
She glanced at Mrs. Williams, and made a
disgusted expression.
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“Are you taking someone to afternoon tea?
Mrs. Harrison is having a divorce, and you
don’t want to be involved in this. She won’t
be Mrs. Harrison soon. That’s going to be
me!”
Mrs. Williams looked at me, eyebrows raised.
“And who is this?”
I kindly explained to her, “Thi. Mark’s
assistant, also his mistress. She says she’s
pregnant with his kid. So, we are working on
the divorce right now.”
Mrs. Williams looked at Tiffany in disgust,
“Sarah, you need to be careful. Men are
going to stray, so you have to be more alert.
You shouldn’t let them just bring any trash
into the house. Who knows how many hands
she’s been through.”
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I looked like I’d learned something new, “I just
trusted him too much. I didn’t think it’d be a
pregnancy situation.”
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Mrs. Williams waved it off. “You can get
babies anywhere, pay them off, that’s what
it’s about! Let me tell you something, that’s
why you need your own kids! Or if you don’t
want to, just make sure he can’t have them at
all!”
Tiffany, listening to our chat, started
screaming, “You guys can’t keep a man, so
you blame others?! The better person always
wins, you have to look at your own flaws!”
“Who doesn’t like someone who’s young and
beautiful? You need to know your place, and
if you are going to leave, just do it nicely so
we don’t make this ugly!”
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I stood up, smiling coldly. “Ms. Tiffany, I’m
still Mrs. Harrison. If you want that title, try
asking Mark to sign the divorce papers.
Otherwise, when your belly gets too big, it
might be a little embarrassing.”
Tiffany was furious. I was done with her.
While I was half way done with my tea, Mrs.
Williams went to the restroom, and Mark
showed up.
Tiffany was crying and threw herself into his
arms. “Mark, Sarah, she, she…”
She left the rest of her words out, Mark
frowned at me.
