Vic got home that night, she was seriously reconsidering her
career options in a country where she wasn ’ t welcome.
Coincidently,
she got a job offer only two days later in one of the top tier firm she had
interviewed weeks prior, and the conversation slipped to the back of her mind.
Four
months, later, as she was working late at the office, she overheard two senior
partners discuss her and learned the truth about her miracle hiring.
Ethan had made a call to get her the associate position, and the partners were
conferring on how they could use her to tender more government contract work,
on top of fantasizing on getting a taste of her brown sugar.
She
had been a pawn.
She
resigned the next day, after confronting the two men, and having confirmed that
without the use of the connections that came with her name she had no hope of
further responsibilities within the firm.
Not
being able to practice law has been the first wrench in her marriage.
Crushed,
she was still a determined woman, so she decided if not law, she would still
work. She found a part time position as an account manager in an
advertising agency, and decided to focus more on her married life than
unfulfilling work.
She
was ashamed, she could not call her brother or Kevin or even Lily, as she was
falling into an abyss with no way out. She knew they would forgo the “ I told you so" and help her in any
way they could, but the shame was growing stronger everyday and her pride made her postpone the calls.
She
would find a way to make this work.
She
quit the job after two months, tired of having her colleagues and clients more
interested in the supposedly glamorous life that came with her name than
whatever input she had to offer about the accounts she was in charge of.
She
decided if she could not be happy through professional achievements, then
she would create the perfect home for her and her husband; they still loved
each other, their connection stronger than ever.
They
had each other and that's all that mattered.
Ethan
became her everything.
They
moved into a new house. She took up decorating, cooking classes and tried to
involve herself in charities in spite of her contempt for endless chicken
dinners attended by snooty matrons who believed they were charitable when their
only true motive was to be seen. But since it was important for Ethan to have
her seen, she put a fake smile and a fake laugh on; they were plastered on
her face at all times. Soon, she couldn't tell the difference.
She
swore to herself, she would become the perfect wife, whatever the cost.
The
home she had created for her and Ethan made it to a special edition of Architectural
Digest and she was so proud, she sent copies to Lily, Deric and Kevin, in
the hopes to convince them that she was indeed as happy as she claimed. The
pictures proved it.
She
had no real friends, a plethora of acquaintances and Ethan was still her
everything. She had sacrificed her career and moved to another continent to be
with him.
Her
marriage simply had to work; that first year, it did.
That
year flew by, and she felt she was in a bubble of champagne, not really knowing
where her life was going, but not overly concerned either. Her husband, her
home and the endless cocktail parties had become the center stage of her life.
As
the second year started, so did his bid for leadership, and Ethan's political
ambition became his everything and they were growing apart within 14 months of
being married.
When
she had been feeling loved, wanted, and complete with Ethan by her side, she now
felt increasingly alone as her husband started campaigning and distance grew
between them.
Ethan
was losing his way, getting more corrupted as the months went by, and the
elections drew closer. His ambition consuming him and their life. Every time
she had tried to point it out, they would argue and it would end up either with
him placating her anger with sex, or with one of them slamming the door,
leaving. She
career options in a country where she wasn ’ t welcome.
Coincidently,
she got a job offer only two days later in one of the top tier firm she had
interviewed weeks prior, and the conversation slipped to the back of her mind.
Four
months, later, as she was working late at the office, she overheard two senior
partners discuss her and learned the truth about her miracle hiring.
Ethan had made a call to get her the associate position, and the partners were
conferring on how they could use her to tender more government contract work,
on top of fantasizing on getting a taste of her brown sugar.
She
had been a pawn.
She
resigned the next day, after confronting the two men, and having confirmed that
without the use of the connections that came with her name she had no hope of
further responsibilities within the firm.
Not
being able to practice law has been the first wrench in her marriage.
Crushed,
she was still a determined woman, so she decided if not law, she would still
work. She found a part time position as an account manager in an
advertising agency, and decided to focus more on her married life than
unfulfilling work.
She
was ashamed, she could not call her brother or Kevin or even Lily, as she was
falling into an abyss with no way out. She knew they would forgo the “ I told you so" and help her in any
way they could, but the shame was growing stronger everyday and her pride made her postpone the calls.
She
would find a way to make this work.
She
quit the job after two months, tired of having her colleagues and clients more
interested in the supposedly glamorous life that came with her name than
whatever input she had to offer about the accounts she was in charge of.
She
decided if she could not be happy through professional achievements, then
she would create the perfect home for her and her husband; they still loved
each other, their connection stronger than ever.
They
had each other and that's all that mattered.
Ethan
became her everything.
They
moved into a new house. She took up decorating, cooking classes and tried to
involve herself in charities in spite of her contempt for endless chicken
dinners attended by snooty matrons who believed they were charitable when their
only true motive was to be seen. But since it was important for Ethan to have
her seen, she put a fake smile and a fake laugh on; they were plastered on
her face at all times. Soon, she couldn't tell the difference.
She
swore to herself, she would become the perfect wife, whatever the cost.
The
home she had created for her and Ethan made it to a special edition of Architectural
Digest and she was so proud, she sent copies to Lily, Deric and Kevin, in
the hopes to convince them that she was indeed as happy as she claimed. The
pictures proved it.
She
had no real friends, a plethora of acquaintances and Ethan was still her
everything. She had sacrificed her career and moved to another continent to be
with him.
Her
marriage simply had to work; that first year, it did.
That
year flew by, and she felt she was in a bubble of champagne, not really knowing
where her life was going, but not overly concerned either. Her husband, her
home and the endless cocktail parties had become the center stage of her life.
As
the second year started, so did his bid for leadership, and Ethan's political
ambition became his everything and they were growing apart within 14 months of
being married.
When
she had been feeling loved, wanted, and complete with Ethan by her side, she now
felt increasingly alone as her husband started campaigning and distance grew
between them.
Ethan
was losing his way, getting more corrupted as the months went by, and the
elections drew closer. His ambition consuming him and their life. Every time
she had tried to point it out, they would argue and it would end up either with
him placating her anger with sex, or with one of them slamming the door,
leaving. She
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