Neither of us ever ate cake, and he was even allergic to mangoes.

But every time we celebrated our anniversary, Ryan would buy a huge mango cake.

So, even on our anniversary, he was celebrating his dream girl's birthday?

Even though she couldn't see it.

Then I should definitely let him.

"Over the ten years we've been together, I've long been tired of her. You have no idea, every time I come home and see her, I feel disgusted, even looking at her makes me sick. But she never gets tired of me, she would come up with all sorts of lies just to see me, just to get me to spend time with her. That's why I say, my wife is so despicable."

"Hahaha!"

Laughter echoed in the private room.

None of them even noticed someone coming in.

"Ryan."

My voice wasn't very loud, but everyone turned to look at me.

"Ah!" Rachel exclaimed, hiding behind Ryan.

Ryan jumped up even faster.

"Riley, are you crazy? What are you doing here, trying to scare people?"

Yes, I was holding my mother-in-law's ashes.

Because of the 20,000 dollars medical fee, my mother-in-law was gone.

And the bottle of wine on the table had a label that read $1888.

A fruit plate cost $288.

I took a step forward, but Ryan covered his mouth.

"Don't come any closer! Riley, if you have a problem with your brain, go to the hospital. You're just adding to my..."

Ryan was stunned, squinting his eyes, trying to get a clearer look at the photo on the urn.

"Bang!"

Ryan punched the wall and came over to grab my collar.

"Riley, how dare you curse my mother! She treats you so well!"

Rachel also stood up, looking at me with disdain.

"I know you want Ryan to accompany you, but you can't use such despicable means."

Ryan started poking my shoulder with his fist.

"Riley, you curse her just because she's not your mom? Why don't you say your mom is dead?"

"Slap!"

I slapped Ryan hard.

Everyone stared at me in shock.

After all, the obedient and gentle wife who never fought back or retaliated actually had a time of resistance.

"You dare hit me?"

Ryan covered his face.

"You fucking dare hit me!"

Everyone around us looked menacingly at me.

All I wanted was to escape.

"Ryan, let's get a divorce," I said.

"Divorce! Right now! Leave, get out of here!"

I handed the urn to Ryan, but he dodged it.

I walked inside and placed the urn on the table, under the bewildered gaze of everyone.

"If you are willing to transfer the 20,000 dollars to me, Mom won't die."