Chapter 1 — Tell My Husband's Phone Number In LV, I End My Eight-Year Marriage

Reported my husband's phone number to receive a gift, accidentally revealing a bill of more than ten million yuan, I immediately counterattacked without mercy. I went to the LV store to receive the gift, and by the way, I read my husband's phone number. After completing the search, the salesperson's attitude immediately changed, her smile was so welcoming that it was completely different from before.

"Sir, your husband is our store's highest-ranking VIP customer. He also received three free custom-made suits."

I was stunned. In eight years of marriage, he has never bought me a single LV item. Even on my birthday, when he just wanted a card wallet, he said:

“Too expensive, not necessary.”

Looking at the shopping history list on the screen, I burst out laughing. Every single item in there, none of which appear in my closet. I calmly took a picture of the entire screen, smiled and said:

"Would you mind helping me pack those three suits? I'll take them on his behalf."

"Sir, please provide your membership registration phone number so I can check the conditions for receiving the gift."

The LV female employee smiled professionally, politely but aloof. I searched my phone but still couldn't find the purchase history. I bought a bag a few years ago, it's been so long that I forgot about it.

“Use my husband's number.”

I conveniently said.

“Yes, please give me your number.”

I read a series of numbers that I knew by heart. The employee typed a few times on the keyboard, her expression immediately changed. The social smile on her lips disappeared, replaced by an almost flattering warmth and bright eyes.

"So it's Mrs. Chu! Please wait a moment!"

She even bowed slightly, her voice rising.

"The system shows that Mr. Chu is our brand's highest-ranking VIP customer. This quarter he has three high-end tailored suits given away. Can you arrange the packaging for me too?"

I was stunned. Top class VIP guests? After eight years of marriage, the most expensive gift he ever bought me was a basic wallet, which I had to beg for on my birthday. Back then, he grumbled for half a month. Talking about branded goods is just a tax on stupid people. Money must be spent in the right place. Tell them to save for their future. Three high-end tailored suits? Even a discounted t-shirt he never bought for me. My heart suddenly sank, as heavy as lead.

"Can I see my shopping history? I want to know what styles he likes so I can refer to it later."

My voice was so calm that even I was surprised.

“Of course!”

The employee immediately turned the screen towards me and enthusiastically introduced herself.

“Mr. Chu has very good taste, especially likes our brand's women's fashion and jewelry lines.

Look, last week he just bought a Star Tears diamond necklace. There is also a white dress from this season's latest collection.” Each line of transaction history continuously appears on the screen. Product name. Women's clothing, size M. Women's shoes, size 37. Latest model women's handbag, pink. One item after another, filling the entire screen. Each transaction has no small value. Each item intentionally avoids my clothing size and preferences. My wardrobe only has three colors: black, white and gray. My shoe size is 38. Eight years of marriage. Hours and minutes This suddenly became a giant joke, quietly mocked by the tiny electronic screen. I saved the money to help my family. The times I believed him that we had to live frugally for our future. Turns out it all became money to support another woman. My stomach churned with nausea. I took a deep breath, forced all the emotions that were rolling down to the bottom of my heart, then raised my head and smiled at the employee. Then I took out my phone and pointed it straight at the dazzling lines of shopping history on the screen. I pressed the shutter button. The sound rang out especially clearly in the quiet VIP room. The employee's smile paused for a moment, but quickly returned to its original state. I put the phone away, looked at her, my tone was light.

“Would you mind packing those three suits for me?”

“Yes, Mrs. Chu.”

“Ah yes.”

I added.

“Today I will accept it for him.”

The expression on the employee's face stiffened slightly, as if she didn't understand what I meant. I looked straight at her, slowly pressing each word.

“I will take these three suits today.”

The air conditioner in the VIP room is very cold. The cold wind passes over the skin. But I don't feel it at all. His blood seemed to be boiling. But my mind is more alert than ever. Haven't you always said you should know how to save money and how to take care of your family? So let me help you... save money. The employee quickly regained her composure and immediately smiled more professionally.

"Yes, Mrs. Chu. I will arrange it right away. Do you need us to deliver it to your home?"

"No need. I'll drive there myself."

I sat down on the sofa in the rest area, watching three or four employees bustling in and out. They carefully wrapped the three suits in large dustproof bags and placed them in luxurious hard gift boxes. Each suit is neat, expensive, and the fabric under the light shines with a high-class look. I took out my phone and opened the chat box with Chu Yen. The last message was from me, sent half an hour ago. 【Husband, I'm going for a walk at the mall. I'll buy you a shirt to wear during the season.】 He answered very quickly. 【Don't spend money on random things. Your clothes are enough. Save some money, wife.】 I turned off the screen. Quietly looking at three giant gift boxes being pushed hard by the sales staff in front of me.

“Mrs. Chu, everything has been packed.”

I stood up and accepted the slip that the employee brought me. No need to swipe card. No need to pay. Just sign a signature. That feeling was so strange. Using his own rights, taking away what belongs to him. Stepping out of the LV store, the late summer sunlight was so bright it was blinding.