But his tone was casual, confident as he replied, “We’re just sleeping together. It’s mutual. If she leaves, it’s no real loss.”
Then he added, almost lazily, “But she stopped using protection last month. I doubt she’s actually willing to go.”
In that moment, he tore apart the last shred of dignity I had, and with it was the five years of love I had so carefully convinced myself to be real.
I ripped up the appeal form in my hand and bought the earliest ticket home. Maybe it was time to let go of the job I couldn’t earn in seven years and the love I couldn’t keep.
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Before I could toss the shredded pieces away, Yvette Bellamy snatched them from me.
“An appeal form? You’re really planning to file again?” She let out a mocking laugh. “Eliza, people should know their limits. Failing once or twice can be chalked up to bad luck. But five times? You still think it’s bad luck?”
She flicked the shreds of paper into my face. “If your character doesn’t match the position, no amount of appeals will help.”