As I walked out of the office, I heard the sound of my boss's phone ringing, and his voice suddenly became soft.
“Oh, what's wrong, sweetheart? Buying a bag? Go ahead, buy as many as you like. I can afford that.”
“Oh, we're getting married next week. Don't worry, how could I deceive you?”
If at this moment, I didn’t know who the sweetheart was, I knew the truth of the matter three days later.
I received a wedding invitation.
The bride's name was Nina Collins, and the groom's name was Luke Waston.
Luke Waston was my former boss.
Looking at the red invitation in my hand, I felt like I was being played by them like a clown.
“Boss, do we also need to throw away this sofa?”
Raising my head, the moving guy pointed to the sofa on the side and asked.
This sofa was bought by Nina and me when we moved into the rented house. Nina thought the sofa had left by the landlord was uncomfortable, so I spent several thousand dollars to buy a new one.
Those few thousand dollars may not seem like much now, but for me, a freshly graduated intern, it was my two months' salary.
"No, just put it here."
"Okay, boss."
I had moved all my belongings. The new house I bought was on the top floor in the city center, and it was a large flat.
I didn’t buy the sports car that Nina said I would never be able to afford. I bought a large sedan that was more suitable for me.
Apart from buying some necessities and furnishings in the new house, I gave two million to my parents and donated 200 thousand dollars to impoverished mountain areas. Then I took out some money for investments and saved the rest in the bank.
On the day of the wedding, I drove to the venue in the newly bought car.
I was mocked at the scene of my ex-wife's wedding.
