The eighth year of a secret office marriage.
Vivienne lit up all the LED screens in Chicago, just to make her male secretary smile.
Amid everyone's congratulations, the male secretary took the initiative to give gifts to everyone in the office.
I casually tossed my gift into the trash can.
The male secretary immediately ran into Vivienne's office with a crestfallen face to tattle.
In no time, Vivienne furiously suspended me from my job.
As I walked out of the company building, Vivienne's voice came through the speakers on the top floor.
"To celebrate little Wylie's completion of work, the red envelope rain is ready!"
Wylie, that was the male secretary's name.
Watching everyone rush past me eagerly, I calmly cut off all contact with Vivienne.
This secret marriage, it was time for it to end.