CHAPTER NINE: Finding a Job

“We’re not looking for a housewife.”

Their words are like daggers piercing my already fragile confidence.

For days, I’ve been on a fruitless quest, knocking on the doors of countless companies, only to be met with polite refusals, sympathetic smiles and sometimes rude and inappropriate criticisms.

Each rejection letter weighs heavily on my heart.

I’ve never finished college nor even experienced working for any kind of job, my dreams were put on hold when I fell in love with Carter. He has promised me the world, but instead, he has left me with nothing but shattered illusions and a mountain of regrets.

Speaking of Carter, some of the companies I’ve applied to know him. The interviewers whispered among themselves, their eyes darting nervously, and sometimes mockingly, in my direction, as if I’m some kind of pariah tainted by association.

Now, as I face the harsh reality of my situation, I can't help but curse myself for ever believing in him.

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Express Cafe is my last shot.