We made it through appetizers and wine. Ryan was relaxed, almost giddy, like he was sitting on a secret. I sat there, nerves tangled in my stomach, hands lightly shaking beneath the tablecloth.
Then dessert came.
“Congrats on Your Promotion!”
But here’s the thing — I hadn’t gotten a promotion. In fact, I’d just been passed over for one. The job I’d worked toward for over a year had been handed to a man I’d personally mentored. The reason? Office gossip hinted I was probably about to get married and start a family—too distracted to lead, they said.
It was a quiet, cruel kind of sexism. And Ryan knew how much it hurt me.
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