My Wife Skipped a Funeral for His Birthday

In the comments section, there was one reply where Cara referred to herself as Warren's girlfriend.

Everything she had done for Warren now, she had once done for me. She was having such a good time that she probably wouldn't be back anytime soon.

Just as I was heading to my usual restaurant with the divorce decree, intending to celebrate by myself, I unexpectedly heard laughter and conversation from Cara's family and Warren.

Inside the private dining room, Cara's mother, Daisy Brown, held Warren's hand affectionately and looked at Cara.

She said, "Listen to me. Don't miss out on a good man like Warren. Hurry up and divorce Julian. All these years, he's been mediocre at the company and never amounted to much. He's been living off you, like a useless freeloader. I can't even hold my head up when I go out to play poker with my friends.

"I've heard Warren is very outstanding. Not only is he capable at work, but he's also popular at the company. Sometimes, he can even keep an eye on things you don't notice. If I had such a capable son-in-law, I'd be proud to tell everyone."

Through the crack in the door, I saw Warren lower his head shyly while carefully observing Cara's reaction.

She remained silent for two seconds before hesitantly lifting her glass to take a sip. "Julian and I have been married for ten years. If we divorced now, people will talk."

She didn't explain why I had supposedly never amounted to much all these years. Nor did she explain whose shoulders Warren had stepped on to obtain those achievements and projects.

I clenched my fists and was about to push the door open when Cara's younger brother, Carl Lavigne, spoke from inside.

"What are you afraid of, Cara? People get divorced left and right these days. Forget ten years. People can still get divorced whenever they want after spending 20 years together.

"I don't want Julian as my brother-in-law. He's so embarrassing. My classmates always make fun of me behind my back for having a freeloader brother-in-law."

"Exactly." Cara's younger sister, Carly Lavigne, chimed in. "Why don't you just marry Warren? He's way better than Julian. I don't want my classmates laughing at me again when college starts."

The only reason Carl and Carly had gotten into college was that I had constantly helped them find tutors, contacted educational institutions on their behalf, and even personally tutored them in their coursework.

Now that they had made it through college applications, they turned around and said I wasn't good enough.

I chuckled coldly and thought how expected it was that the most ungrateful people were all from one family. Even their excuses for looking down on me were identical.

They all thought I was an embarrassment. But they seemed to have forgotten that back when I was investing money and effort into the company, Daisy constantly praised me as the most wonderful son-in-law she could ever have.

Whenever she met an acquaintance outside, she couldn't wait to sing my praises and tell everyone that Cara was so fortunate to have married me.

Now that the company was thriving and Cara's net worth had risen accordingly, they turned their backs on me right away.

I reached up and pushed the door open.

Then, I instructed the server who had been leading me to my room. "There's no need to get me another private room. I'll just eat here."

Upon hearing my voice, everyone turned to look.

Without exception, shock appeared on all of their faces. Cara lifted her glass to conceal her awkwardness, though the flash of tension in her eyes did not escape me.

A moment later, she recovered and questioned me with a frown. "Shouldn't you be at the company handling work? What are you doing here?"

Judging by the puzzled look on her face, she still didn't know that I had already resigned.

But on the day I resigned, the employees had been gossiping everywhere. I didn't believe for a second that they hadn't passed the news on to Warren.

Cara spent every day attached to him. How could she not know?

Even if Warren had intentionally concealed it, HR still had to report the whole resignation process to her via email. So, there was no way she could have been unaware.

If it had been Warren, who was someone she cherished, she probably would have noticed immediately.

I met her gaze and answered calmly, "I resigned. I can go wherever I want."

"Who gave you permission to resign?" Cara demanded instinctively, showing no concern whatsoever for why I had resigned.