Pheavy unwrapped the paper excitedly, probably expecting a luxury Rolex or keys to a sports car.But as he pulled out the contents, his face went as white as a sheet.
Inside were “Divorce Papers” already signed by me, and a “Termination Letter” from his company.
My mother-in-law rushed to snatch them away and started screaming at me, “You crazy woman! How dare you try to fire my son? You are just a housewife!”
I walked over to the microphone and addressed all the guests:
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I am Ratana, the owner of an 80% stake in the company where Mr. Pheavy was employed, and I am the owner of this hotel. Five years ago, I married this man as a simple woman because I believed in love. But today, he and his mother reminded me… that goodness is wasted on people who only see value in power and position!”
Pheavy tried to grab my hand, his voice trembling: “Ratana… I… I was just joking! I was wrong, please forgive me!”
I pulled my hand away and signaled the security team.
“Please escort these two guests out. And just a reminder… the luxury clothes and items they are using belong to the company. If they wish to take them, they must pay in full!”
My mother-in-law fainted on the spot, while Pheavy could only stand there and weep, humiliated in front of everyone.
The Moral: Never look down on the people closest to you. You never know if they are the ones supporting you or the ones holding the truth that could dismantle your entire world.