At the time, I swallowed his explanation, believing that my dedication and hard work would eventually lead to a better role. So, for the sake of our relationship and his wishes, I agreed.
The initial excitement of working at the company soon wore off as I found myself stuck in the receptionist role for three long years. My skills, which could have easily qualified me for a more substantial position, seemed to be overlooked.
Every time I raised the issue of a transfer, Zane came up with new excuses. He claimed that business roles were exhausting and that we might soon start a family. He didn't want me burdened by work and preferred that I enjoy a comfortable life at home.
But the more I considered it, the more I realized it was all a facade. Zane was always careful to use condoms during our intimate moments and insisted he wasn't ready for children. It dawned on me that his promises were nothing but a smokescreen, part of a broader plan to keep me sidelined.