I never imagined a simple handbag would lead to this—a divorce from my husband, so soon after our wedding. It all started when my husband and I decided on a destination wedding instead of a traditional banquet. Once in Tokyo, I happened upon a Prestige Atelier boutique and stepped inside to browse. To my surprise, the sales associate informed me that every bag on display was merely for show, none available for purchase. I glanced down at myself—a simple t-shirt, baggy shorts, and hair that looked like a bird's nest. A few days later, dressed impeccably, I returned, only to be told once again that there were no bags for sale. This time, a male sales associate served me, his attitude even more arrogant. He actually suggested that if I couldn't afford a bag, I could at least drink all the free water I wanted. I demanded to file a complaint and have my account deleted, but they deliberately made me wait for hours. What was even more infuriating was that my husband blamed me for making a fuss. Fine. I'd like to see if they dare to be so arrogant once they see my account details! Then, even if they groveled on their knees, I would never forgive these snobbish, status-obsessed people! 1 After the sales associate, Chloe, refused to serve me, I was incandescent with rage. "Get me someone else!" The moment I entered the boutique, I had asked to see handbags. Seeing my anger, Chloe paused, then turned to murmur into her headset, her professional smile unwavering as she asked me to wait. A moment later, a young man in a sharp suit, Ethan, approached. I assumed he was there to apologize, but his face was stern as he began, "Madam, we only serve our elite clients. Basic members are not within our service scope." He then handed me a bottle of water. "Please, take a seat here and have some water. Even if you can't afford a bag, you can at least drink your fill." I was instantly inflamed – was he implying I couldn't afford a bag, just trying to leech off their service? And then offering water to "drink my fill" as an insult? I turned to leave, and as I walked away, I distinctly heard him say into his headset, "This one's been dealt with." 2 I turned back. "I no longer wish to purchase from your brand. Can you please delete my account?" Ethan paused, then a "just as I expected" smile spread across his face. "Madam, once your account is deleted, you will no longer be a basic member with us. "If you ever wish to purchase again, you'll have to start from scratch to accumulate points and upgrade." I shook my head. "Thanks to you, this is my last time here." Ethan directed me to sit on the sofa, claiming he would handle it once he was finished. However, an hour, then two hours passed... Growing agitated, I stood up. "How much longer do you intend to make me wait?" At that moment, Ethan was beaming, carrying clothes, trailing behind a wealthy lady. "My apologies, I'm busy right now. Perhaps you could come back tomorrow?" The lady, Mrs. Sterling, glanced at me, then scoffed to Ethan, "Ethan, do you let any riff-raff into your counter now?" Chloe immediately chimed in, covering her mouth with a feigned laugh. "Mrs. Sterling, this lady has been here several times, always asking to see bags. "But our counter doesn't cater to basic or cosmetics members, so she started demanding to delete her account, giving us quite a hassle." Other customers in the store turned to scrutinize me, and I trembled with fury – Just because I dressed casually last time, they labeled me a "cosmetics member"? I loved this brand precisely because of the excellent service they offered back home. How many cosmetics, bags, and clothes had I bought over the years? And now, I was being discriminated against simply for dressing plainly? I immediately snapped at Ethan, "Get your manager here. I want to file a complaint!" 3 Chloe and Ethan both froze, clearly not expecting me to complain. Chloe pointed to her name tag, a sneering smile playing on her lips. "This is my employee ID. Remember it when you file your complaint, darling. "However, the manager isn't here right now. It'll be a while before they arrive." Ethan nodded. "Yes, Madam. You can wait for the manager to arrive before deleting your account." Their expressions were dripping with dismissiveness – in their eyes, I was merely a basic member. Even a complaint would only lead to a light reprimand, nothing significant. I turned to leave, tossing over my shoulder, "In a few hours, I expect to see your manager." Stepping out of the boutique, my husband, David, just arrived, having finished packing. Seeing the grim expression on my face, he hurried to ask, "What's wrong, Cat?" I recounted the entire incident, but to my dismay, he actually urged me to let it go. "We have a flight to catch soon. Don't bother with them. Maybe they didn't mean it..." I re-evaluated the man standing before me. I had married him because I was hot-tempered and sought a gentle partner to complement me. But at this moment, I suddenly wondered: was my judgment so poor, or had I simply misjudged him from the start? Was he gentle, or merely weak? I didn't answer, and David, assuming I'd agreed, quickly led me to dinner. Throughout the meal, David persistently tried to mediate. "Maybe they really couldn't sell it. Otherwise, why wouldn't they make a sale to you for commission?" "If they couldn't sell it, why were they bustling about, helping that wealthy lady try on clothes? And why bring up memberships?" "I think they were deliberately judging me by my cover." David offered a few more explanations, telling me not to take it to heart. After dinner, he headed towards the Grand Avenue exit, but I turned and walked straight back to the luxury boutique. David rushed to catch up, pulling and coaxing, but I refused to utter a single word. Inside the store, I went directly to Ethan and Chloe. The two were stunned to see me return. They hadn't expected me to be so persistent. Reluctantly, they called the manager. While the manager was on the way, they tried to reason with me, then threatened me. When they couldn't get through to me, they turned their attention to David. "Sir, is this your wife?" My husband nodded. "Yes, my newlywed wife." Chloe seized the opportunity to interject. "Sir, you really need to keep your wife in line. She's wasted so much of our time." "In our culture, when a woman marries, she often takes her husband's name and should focus on the home and family, not being so aggressive out here." My husband nodded in agreement. "I'll talk to her, I promise." With that, he tried to pull me towards the door. "Cat, can we just enjoy our honeymoon without drama? Like a peaceful honeymoon, not one where we both end up miserable." 4 I turned to David, my face serious. "If you want to catch your flight, go ahead. I'm not going." David was at a loss now, left with no choice but to wait there for the manager. During this time, Chloe and Ethan, one after another, thoroughly explained the consequences of deleting my account to David. I watched David, listening intently to their words, and my disappointment deepened. David and I met through an arranged introduction. I was a career-driven woman, always immersed in my work, with no real mind for romance. After repeated prodding from my family, I finally agreed to the setup. But an arranged introduction didn't mean I had no demands; on the contrary, my expectations were high. High education, tall, high IQ, and handsome. As for anything else, it was irrelevant. Because I was incredibly wealthy, whether my husband had money or a good job simply didn't matter. It was these very criteria that led me to choose him from a pool of candidates. He had a gentle temperament and could tolerate my busy schedule and occasional bad temper. His job wasn't great, so I arranged for him to work at one of my subsidiary companies. Afraid he might feel sensitive about it, I framed it as a friend's company. But now, looking at him, this wasn't gentleness; this was clearly weakness. My mind was already made up for divorce. When David politely thanked Ethan and Chloe, he turned to me. He came over to my side. "Cat, if you delete this account, you'll have to start from zero later." "I just asked around, they didn't mean anything by it, their words just came out wrong." "And they said, if we change our minds, this whole thing can just be forgotten!" Seeing his anxious eyes, I scoffed. "You're my husband. Whose side are you on?" "Of course I'm on your side, but if you really can't buy a bag right now, you can always buy one later, right? A colleague of mine deals in pre-owned designer bags, they're affordable and still big brands." "I'll get you one after the honeymoon." I looked up at him. "I recall your salary is, what, ten thousand dollars a month? And you're planning to buy me a pre-owned designer bag?" "Isn't it because we're spending a lot at home? Besides, my parents are getting old, and there will be many more expenses down the line." I smiled. "Buying a ten-thousand-dollar bag won't make you poor, nor will it make me rich." "Don't say another word. Don't make me bring up divorce right now." At that moment, the luxury boutique manager arrived.
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