Chapter 2

I was deeply touched at the time.

However, I never gave up on my career aspirations.

If one company didn't work out, I'd try another. I was even willing to take on sales roles related to the mechanical industry.

But my luck seemed terrible.

I'd barely last three or four months before the company would lay me off, citing restructuring.

I was caught in a vicious cycle.

Countless times, I asked myself: Am I really such a failure?

Later, I became pregnant with our son Liam. Severe morning sickness tormented me, and I had to get many injections at the hospital to prevent miscarriage. Even walking was a struggle.

I had no choice but to rest at home.

When my mentor's 60th birthday came around, after much hesitation, I sent a congratulatory message and a gift.

That night, I received a call from my mentor.

On the other end, the old man was drunk but still audibly upset: "Amelia, all these years, I've felt both love and disappointment for you, my last student."

"You've always been ambitious. Why did you reject the job I arranged for you back then?"

"Do you know how many favors I called in to get you that opportunity, and you just gave it up!"

I was stunned.

After some probing, I learned that I hadn't been rejected at all. Someone had declined the offer in my name.

My mentor thought it was my personal decision, and when he heard I got married, he was greatly disappointed.

A flash of realization hit me, and I called my previous employers.

Only then did I discover that the "me" from before had often inexplicably insulted colleagues, sent emails complaining about heavy workloads, and even reported company leaders.

Who would dare to hire me?

And the culprit behind all this was none other than Sebastian.

I confronted him in tears.

Sebastian, with his mistress in his arms, coldly replied: "Amelia, you should be grateful. I've let you stay at home and enjoy life all these years instead of working."

"Besides, you're a woman. Why do you need such a strong career drive?"

"Always out for work, not even able to take care of our son properly. What kind of image is that?"

Our son Liam, whom I had carried for ten months, looked at me with contempt: "Mom, you're being ungrateful."

"Even if you went out to work, you'd never be as successful as dad. Why not just be a good housewife?"

Even my friends advised me: Sebastian was at the peak of his career, and it wouldn't be wise to fall out with him. I should hold onto his heart tightly and not let this golden opportunity slip away.

After all, I was just a housewife who hadn't worked in years. Apart from relying on Sebastian, I had no other options.

At that time, I was like a moth trapped in a spider's web.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't break free.