40. Regret

When I opened my eyes, I saw myself in a desolate room. The walls were painted white, the floors and even the ceiling.

Abruptly, the room changed, and I saw twenty-five-year-old me with my father. It was the year I got a scholarship to further my studies in Los Angeles.

"Elysia, I think you should take the scholarship; you can get married later; this resort won't come twice." My father was anxious. I could discern the pain in his eyes. I wouldn't assert I was not disheartened, I was, but I tried to exclude it. There was absolutely no way I would leave without Peter.

We applied to further our studies in Los Angeles, but only mine came through. I know he was impeded. So to make him cheerful, I thought the best thing was to repudiate the offer and accept his proposal.

Did he do it on purpose? Did he propose to me cause he knew I wouldn't leave him if we married? Did he trick me?

If he did, he succeeded. My life became a living hell after marriage. I should have listened to my father.