She couldn’t prepare a speech for the year-end awards ceremony, so Ethan pushed me to scramble one for her. I earned first prize at that ceremony with my hard work. Yet in the end, Julia stood on stage, stumbling through my speech as she accepted the award.
I did all of Julia’s work, but in the end, I got nothing, while she reaped the rewards.
Even when she got drunk and behaved recklessly at work, Ethan blamed me for not stopping her.
Now she was my boss, and she expected me to do everything?
Why was Ethan so blind? A shiver ran down my spine.
In five years of marriage, he had never posted a single photo of us online, always saying he’d do it “next time.”
At every company annual meeting, when he mingled with executives, he pretended not to know me.
When I confronted him in private, he whispered,
“Isn’t this better for us? Why seek such attention?”
“On our fifth anniversary, I’ll make you department manager and livestream our honeymoon to the entire company!”
I still remember that promise.
But instead, he embraced Julia and handed her the manager’s role.
And the promise of posting our photos was delayed again and again—ninety-nine times—until I finally gave up hope.