"Sweetheart, I heard the foie gras here is amazing. How about we celebrate our anniversary here?" Mark held his phone out to me, the screen displaying a promotional page for a high-end French restaurant. The ambiance was elegant, and the prices were equally 'beautiful'. I hesitated. "You decide, just don't splurge too much. Doesn't the company need cash flow right now?" Mark squeezed my hand, his eyes filled with apology. "Recently, to secure that downtown development project, money's been tight everywhere. I've really put you through a lot, sweetheart. Once the company is doing better next year, I promise I'll make it up to you with a grander anniversary celebration!" I smiled and nodded. In these past three years, Mark went from absolutely nothing to owning a company with dozens of employees. I knew better than anyone the struggles he'd faced. When he first decided to start his business, I didn't hesitate. I quit my job, one that paid a six-figure salary, to handle all the internal affairs and poured all my savings into his company. For three years, I hadn't bought a single decent new outfit. My skincare routine went from high-end brands to drugstore basics. Even when grocery shopping, I'd haggle for what felt like ages over a few cents. Everyone said I was foolish, but I believed we were partners, through thick and thin. I trusted him, and I trusted our relationship. But on our anniversary day, we still didn't make it to that high-end restaurant. Mark claimed he had an urgent client meeting and had to change our plans to a casual diner near the office. While waiting for him, I passed a luxury store on the ground floor of a mall. In the display window sat a black quilted Chanel bag, classic and versatile. I couldn't help but stare for a moment, then snapped a photo and sent it to Mark. He replied instantly, "Like it? I'll definitely buy it for you once the company's cash flow improves next year!" In that moment, I truly believed him. I even started mentally planning to find another job, even if the pay was lower, just to help ease his burden. But the very next second, I saw Chloe Davis' latest SnapChat story. It was a beaming selfie of her holding that Chanel bag. "OMG! Thank you, boss, for remembering my birthday in your busy schedule, and for getting me the Chanel bag I've been dreaming of! So touched! I'll definitely work even harder from now on to ease the boss's burdens!" The location tag was a top-tier Japanese restaurant in the city where a meal cost at least two hundred dollars per person. Chloe Davis was Mark Harrison's secretary. And that bag was identical to the one I'd just seen in the display window. I stood there, frozen in the cool night air. So, this was what 'tight on cash' meant. No money to buy his wife a designer bag for their anniversary. But he could casually gift his female secretary an identical one and take her to a two-hundred-dollar-a-head Japanese dinner to celebrate her birthday. Looking at Chloe's youthful, radiant smile on my phone screen, then at my own reflection in the glass – a tired, slightly haggard woman in a three-year-old coat, worn out from all the work. I let out a bitter laugh, then immediately called my lawyer best friend. "Sarah, help me draft a divorce agreement." "He's going to pay back every single cent he owes me, with interest!"