Chapter 8

The first thing I did after leaving Faye was to get back into the workforce. I should have had a bright future ahead of me, but because of her deception, I ended up being a house husband for three years.

I let out a long sigh and dialed my former professor's number.

"Hello? Mr. Winters? Is that you?" my professor called out enthusiastically.

My nose stung, and a wave of inexplicable sadness welled up inside me.

"It's me, professor. I'm divorced," I took a deep breath. "I was wondering if I could interview at your design firm."

The professor was silent for five seconds before happily exclaiming, "That's fantastic! I always thought you shouldn't be confined to the kitchen and home. You were meant to be an amazing designer!"

I hadn't expected my professor to still believe in me so much. Tears started flowing uncontrollably, and I found myself shaking and crying at the bus stop.

"Thank you, professor. I'll cherish this opportunity and won't give up halfway this time."