In the month that followed, Vivienne didn't contact me again, and my life finally returned to normal.
Every day, I had everything handed to me on a silver platter, with my parents helping to take care of the kids, allowing me to throw myself wholeheartedly back into work.
Fallon appreciated my work ethic and offered me a permanent position before my probation period even ended.
People below me started gossiping that Fallon might have taken a liking to me.
But this time, I was very self-aware. After going through the ordeal with Vivienne, I believed that when it comes to finding a partner, men should look for someone who admires them, not someone they admire.
It wasn't until later that I found out, shortly after that day, Vivienne had been diagnosed with depression.
She hadn't been to work for over half a month, staying at home every day with severe suicidal tendencies.
And so, our situation dragged on for a full year before we finally got divorced.