THE REJECTION

Ella’s POV

“Babe, come and look at this! I’ve just received an email from the company I applied to. It says I’ve already been hired!” Felix exclaimed the moment he walked into the house. His voice was full of excitement, he could hardly contain it. It was obvious he had been dying to get home just so he could share the news with me in person.

I rushed toward him, smiling wide. “Show me, babe!” I said, my heart pounding with joy.

He handed me his phone, and I stared at the screen. There it was, the email he had waited so long for. My eyes scanned the words again and again. It was real. No more interviews, no more waiting, no more rejections. He had gotten the job!

Tears welled up in my eyes as I threw my arms around him. “Oh, thank God! Finally! Now we can start saving up for our wedding, the wedding we’ve been waiting on for so long,” I said, squeezing him tightly.

We had been together for five years. Five long, beautiful, and sometimes challenging years. And now, finally, we could begin planning our future, our real future. A future with a wedding, a home, and eventually a family.

“I will finally marry you, my darling,” Felix said, smiling as he leaned in to kiss me softly.

My heart swelled with happiness. It felt like the clouds had parted after a long storm, and the sun was finally shining down on us. I could already picture myself walking down the aisle in a white gown, smiling through my veil as I saw him waiting for me at the altar. I imagined the honeymoon, the laughter, the joy. The day couldn’t come fast enough. This was the beginning of a dream come true.

“So, when do you start working?” I asked, still grinning.

“They said I can begin on Monday next week. I’m so excited, babe,” he replied.

And I believed him. I knew this job would be a turning point in his life. He was passionate, hardworking, and incredibly committed. That’s one of the reasons I loved him so deeply. He never gave up, no matter how hard things became.

My name is Ella Mark, twenty-eight years old. I’m the only daughter of Stephen and Susan Mark, two of the most well-known and respected people in our community. To them, I’ve always been their precious girl, their pride and joy. I grew up surrounded by love, comfort, and privilege.

I met Felix when I was twenty-three, in my third year of university. The moment I saw him, I felt something shift inside me. It was love at first sight. There was something about him, gentle, sincere, and quietly confident. We connected immediately, as if the universe had designed him just for me.

But when I introduced him to my parents, things didn’t go as smoothly. They disapproved from the very beginning. To them, Felix didn’t fit into our world. He wasn’t rich, didn’t come from a well-known family, and at the time, he didn’t even have a job. They couldn’t understand what I saw in him.

But I did. I knew exactly what I saw, a man with a good heart. A man who respected me, loved me purely, and always dreamed of building a future with me. So I fought for him. I explained to my parents, time and time again, that he was the one I loved. Eventually, they agreed to give him a chance.

They also offered to support our wedding financially. But Felix, being the proud and determined man he is, had something else in mind.

“Babe,” he once told me, “It won’t look right if your father pays for everything, even our honeymoon. I want to pay for that part myself. I want him to see that I can take care of you. I want him to see that I am worthy of his daughter.”

It was one of the many moments that made me love him even more. That’s why we put the wedding on hold. We waited. And now, it’s all finally coming together. The job, the plans, the dreams. The wait was worth it.