I heard him say, "In the future," after every night with Sean, when I asked when we could go public.
I heard him say, "Wait a little longer," after every failed promotion.
I heard him say, "Next time," every time my parents pressured me to get married.
I never doubted my determination. But I couldn’t change an ending he had already written for me.
I shook my head with a tired smile.
“I’m twenty-eight. I’m not that young anymore. People my age are getting married, having kids. I can’t afford to lose my health, my career, and my future family all at once, can I?”
Eliza's POV
My supervisor didn’t say anything at first. He just looked at my pale face, sighed with a hint of regret, and signed his name.
“You can leave after you finish your handover this week,” he said. “I won’t tell Mr. Thompson. No need for him to make things harder for you. Besides, your position isn’t high enough to report to him directly anyway.”
Relief washed over me. “Thank you, Supervisor.”
Right after submitting the form, my phone lit up with a message from Sean.
[How’s your waist? I bought some medicine. I’ll put it on for you tonight.]