I headed to my workplace that afternoon. I’d taken a week off because of the wedding. Only three days had passed since then, but I was back. My colleagues were surprised to see me.
“Why are you back, Minerva? Are you here to invite us to tonight’s party? We’ve already received the invitations; you didn’t have to come all the way here.”
There was a party that night?
I thought about it and realized it was probably one for Harold and Ivory. Instead of explaining, I smiled and said, “Remember to be there tonight, okay? I have something else to do now.”
I headed to my workstation and packed my personal effects into my bag. Then, I prepared and printed my resignation letter before heading to my superior’s office.
She was briefly surprised when she saw my letter. After the surprise passed, she looked like she’d expected it. She sighed and said heavily, “I expected this day to come when I heard you constantly talking about Harold.
“Are you going to be a full-time housewife once you’re married so you can care for him? If you ask me, all women should still have their careers.”
I was taken aback; I didn’t expect her to say that. It looked like I’d truly been blinded by love in the past—my superior automatically linked my resignation to Harold.
I forced a smile and shook my head. “No, I’m going to call it quits with him. I want to move somewhere else and start afresh.”
She was confused but didn’t probe. Instead, she nodded and said, “Everything’s good as long as you’ve made up your mind. A bright future awaits you now that you’ve made it past this obstacle.”
She pulled out a document to show me. “If you’re just looking to work elsewhere, here’s an alternative—our company’s headquarters has plans to set up a branch company in Cordon City. They need people there, so you might want to give it a shot.”
I thanked her for her kindness. I needed to think this over.
Harold called me as soon as I stepped out of my workplace. “There are 24 hours to our wedding, so this is my last night as a bachelor. I’m celebrating with my friends tonight, so don’t wait up for me.”
It was rare for him to keep me posted on his whereabouts. In the past, I would’ve been delighted by this. Now that I was no longer blinded by my love for him, I realized the dirty things hidden within his words.
This was his last night as a bachelor, and he’d invited everyone—including colleagues I wasn’t too familiar with—to celebrate with him. I was the only one he hadn’t invited. Ironically, this was the one time he didn’t need to tell me what he was doing.
Also, he was wrong about one thing—this wouldn’t be his last night as a bachelor.
Harold was confused when I didn’t say anything. “Minerva? Hello? Can you hear me? Is your phone lagging or something?”
I still didn’t speak. I acted like my phone was malfunctioning.
He lost patience and said, “I told you I didn’t need to call her. She wouldn’t dare check up on me, anyway.”
He was speaking to someone else, seemingly thinking the call had ended. Sure enough, Ivory’s familiar voice rang out, sounding sickly sweet. “How can you say that, Harry? You guys are about to be married—Minnie will worry about you if you don’t let her know where you are.”
