MY HUSBAND FORCED ME TO WEAR A CLERK’S UNIFORM SO THAT HIS OWN ASSISTANT WOMAN WOULD SERVE THEM AT HIS PROMOTION PARTY. HE THOUGHT HE WOULD HUMBLE ME IN FRONT OF EVERYONE, BUT WHEN THE CEO OF THE COMPANY CAME AND BOWED IN FRONT OF ME WHILE CALLING « MADAME PRESIDENT », THE MAN WHO PUSHED ME TO THE FLOOR’S PRIDE AND WORLD CAME DOWN.
The Bitter Commandment
I am Aurora, twenty-eight years old. Julian and I have been married for four years. In the eyes of him and his family, I am just a humble housewife with no formal job. I am always quiet and submissive. What they don’t know is that my « simple » appearance is just a disguise. I am Aurora Imperial, the sole heiress, President, and owner of Imperial Holdings , the company that owns dozens of corporations in Asia, including the company Julian works for.
I secretly used my influence to promote Julian to Regional Director. I thought that if he became successful, our family would be happier. But as he rose in position, his arrogance and greed came out.
One night, she came home with a familiar black-and-white waitress uniform. She threw it in my face.
“What are you going to wear to my promotion party tomorrow? That’s it!” Julian ordered coldly and arrogantly. “You don’t have any sensible clothes and it’s embarrassing to introduce you to my billionaire guests. So you’re going to pretend to be a waitress and a helper at my party. And one more thing, Samantha will be my partner tomorrow. Don’t ever say I’m your wife if you don’t want me to throw you out of my house.”
Samantha was his secretary who I had known he was stalking for a long time. My chest tightened, but I didn’t cry. Instead, I calmly picked up the uniform from the floor.
“You want me to be your assistant at your own party?” I asked quietly, staring into his eyes.
« Yes! That’s why you’re useful! » he shouted before going up to the room.
I smiled very coldly. If that’s what he wants, I’ll give it to him.
The Party Rudeness
Julian’s grand promotion party was held in a very fancy 5-star hotel ballroom. I was wearing a waitress uniform, holding a tray of champagne, and quietly watching from a corner.
From the middle of the ballroom, I saw Julian wearing his most expensive suit. Anchored on his arm was Samantha, who was wearing a tight, sparkling red designer gown. Samantha was kissing Julian on the cheek in front of the guests, as if she were his real wife.
Suddenly Julian signaled and called me.
« Waitress, bring us a drink here, » he ordered arrogantly.
I walked slowly over and handed over the wine. When Samantha saw me, her eyes widened and then she grinned insultingly.
“Oh my gosh, babe! The maid you hired is amazing, she looks just like your boring wife!” Samantha shrieked, her voice deliberately raised so that the guests could hear. “Oh wait, it’s her! Hahaha! Just look at her, from housewife to servant!”
