I looked up at the tall building when I reached the company entrance. Jeremy changed his mind after this place joined his group.
Then let him continue being a poor little boy.
I pulled out my phone and made a call. “Dad, I want a divorce.”
“What? What did you say?”
A surprised voice came from the other end.
“I want to divorce Jeremy.”
“Great! You’ve finally figured it out.”
“It’s not that I’ve figured it out. I’ve been bullied.”
My parents had always opposed my marriage to Jeremy, saying we weren’t a good match. I insisted on being with him and they were angry with me and wouldn’t let me go home.
Later, I used my own abilities to help Jeremy start a company and bring it to a legitimate level. Seeing they couldn’t control me financially, my parents said they’d accept Jeremy if he could give them a grandchild.
I was an only child and my parents longed for a new life. But Jeremy was infertile, so my parents grew even more dissatisfied with our marriage.
They even launched a company to rival my company. During that time, I worked hard, socialized and drank until I coughed up blood to protect the company.