When Mark arrived at our agreed meeting spot, it was already ten o'clock at night. He clearly hadn't realized what had happened. His face showed the slight fatigue of a long business dinner. He habitually reached out to pull me into a hug. "Sorry I kept you waiting, sweetheart? That client was just so difficult…" I subtly took a step back. "Oh, really? I saw Secretary Davis' SnapChat story. Weren't you eating Japanese food together earlier? Or was the difficult client actually Chloe, your secretary?" Mark froze. A flicker of panic crossed his face, but he quickly composed himself. "You saw Chloe's SnapChat? Sweetheart, please don't misunderstand! Let me explain!" "Explain what?" I tilted my head, looking at him, a bitter smile on my lips. "Explain why you have money to take your secretary to a two-hundred-dollar-a-head Japanese dinner, and buy her a three-thousand-dollar bag, but no money to buy your wife the same bag for our anniversary, or even a decent meal?" "It's not what you think!" Mark's voice was urgent. "That bag was for PR, for building relationships with important clients! As for the dinner, it was her birthday today, and as her boss, showing a gesture of care is perfectly normal, right? Sweetheart, you have to understand me. In business, sometimes these social engagements are necessary!" "PR? A gesture of care?" Hearing those words, I felt nothing but utter scorn. "Using a limited-edition designer bag to 'do PR' for a freshly graduated junior secretary? And showing 'care' at a top-tier Japanese restaurant requires a SnapChat story for the whole world to see? Mark Harrison, do you take me for a fool?" Mark bristled, his voice rising a few notches. "Sarah! Can you stop being so irrational?! I'm out there busting my ass every day, isn't it all for this family? Can't you be a little understanding of my difficulties? It's just a bag, are you really going to make such a big deal out of it?" I laughed. "Oh, right. For 'Mr. Mark Harrison, CEO,' it's 'just a bag' for his secretary. But for me, his wife, it's 'company difficulties, maybe next year'." I turned away, no longer looking at him, my voice turning ice-cold. "Mark Harrison, let's get a divorce." Mark stared at me, disbelief etched on his face. "Sarah, are you insane?! You want to divorce me just for a bag?!" I looked at him, my gaze calm. "Yes, just for a bag."