When we finally got together and married, everyone said it was a perfect match.
I thought so too.
But after marriage, I realized I was wrong.
Besides me, he was always surrounded by many women – Ms. Sue today, Ms. Yates yesterday, Ms. Lewis the day before...
Although there was nothing substantial, he treated them as close female friends, which was enough to make me sick.
I've confronted him about this many times, but each time he brushed it off.
"They're just work relationships."
"Don't overthink it..."
"You're the only one in my heart..."
"Be good, Yara. Don't make a fuss. I'm tired."
He never truly addressed the issue.
It's rather sad, isn't it?
What else is there to hold onto?
My best friend and I were shopping for suitcases when we bumped into Cyrus' secretary.
She was browsing rings and smirked when she saw us.
"Ms. Key, hope you didn't fight with the CEO after our last encounter," she said with faux concern.
"Men have their careers, and we women should know our place. Wouldn't want to be replaced by someone younger and prettier, right?"
Her thinly veiled insults and hints about her relationship with Cyrus were infuriating.
Such provocation was intolerable.