Before National Day, my female colleague proudly announced that she and the company's heir were about to get married.
Everyone in the office received an invitation from her, except me.
Before I could ask her about it, she came over, bristling with anger.
"If I'm not mistaken, weren't you the one who got out of my husband's car last time?"
"I'm formally telling you now to stay away from my husband. You're so young, and there are plenty of things you could do. Don't go around playing the mistress!"
All my colleagues praised her for being magnanimous while mocking me for being shameless, saying a sparrow like me was dreaming of becoming a phoenix.
After that, the files I'd organized would vanish overnight, and someone even wrote "mistress" on my desk in lipstick.
On the wedding day, my colleagues couldn't help sneering when they saw me show up.
My female colleague even called security to have me thrown out.
I went straight to the wedding banquet's head table and asked her, puzzled:
"He Jie, you're marrying my dad's adopted son today. How could I not come and offer my congratulations?"
