Ethan could not come in, but he sent me a plethora of things every day.The healthy meals he made himself, all sorts of supplements, the aromatherapy kit I was used to… He sent me everything he could think of. I was deeply annoyed and told him not to send me anything that was not the divorce papers. Only then did he stop.Once my wounds healed, I found a job. Although I had not worked for a few years, I often studied the company's business deals, so it was not difficult for me to get back into the groove.One day, I heard my colleagues gossiping about me in the pantry.“Why is that newcomer Jasmine still an entry-level employee at her age? I thought the company only accepted graduates under 25.”“Sigh, the boss made an exception for her. You know, she's one of ‘them’.”“No wonder the manager doesn't dare to criticize her. How lucky…”I bit my lip. I was certain that I did not know the boss of this company, so it had to be Ethan's doing. I felt a rush of annoyance in my chest
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