Chapter 6

By the third week at work, I was finally starting to get the hang of things.

I could handle the reports, write up proposals, and even chat with clients without feeling totally out of my depth.

My colleagues were pretty nice to me, always saying, "Vivian, you're really putting in the effort."

I just smiled and kept quiet.

Of course, I had to put in the effort.

I didn't have a choice.

I was thirty-five, and there was no way out for me.

I had to earn money, take care of myself, and raise Lucas.

And on top of everything,…