Trapped In Lies
When I returned from a five-year overseas assignment, I walked out of the airport expecting Dan Hill to finally keep his promise and propose to me.
Instead, he stood there with a distant expression.
“Stella, I’m sorry.”
Before I could even process the apology, he continued, “I was the one who arranged your transfer order. I deliberately had you reassigned to that remote project out in the desert because I needed space for Hayley and myself. She was pregnant back then, and I didn’t have any other choice.”
A long silence followed, and I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood.
Five years of scorching heat, endless dust storms, and sixteen-hour workdays in a place that felt forgotten by the rest