I got to work one morning and was informed of an impromptu staff meeting with Mr Mark. The last one, I supposed. At the meeting, he announced officially to everyone that he was moving to the regional office in just a few days away.

At the meeting, he announced officially to everyone that he was moving to the regional office in just a few days away.

He spoke words of appreciation to people who had made his stay in the branch office worth the while and who had contributed to his success and achievements as the branch manager. He mentioned names of people that had been very supportive and productive, he even mentioned my name.

How could he even mention my name after all he’s putting me through for the past few days.

I couldn’t hold back my tears. Some people were crying as well but the reasons behind my own tears were different. Of course, I was going to miss our friendship and the time we had spent together but my teardrops came more from pains.

I was also going to miss our friendship and the time we had spent together but my teardrops came more from pains and regrets for what I had gone through because of him and how bleak the future appeared to be now that he was moving away.

Then he announced to us that he was celebrating eleven years wedding anniversary reunion ceremony with his wife. Shocker!

He said we were all invited; that he and his wife would love to host us. It was the last time he would have to meet everyone again so he would be really glad to see everyone. That was when it dawned on me that he had reconciled with his wife and was moving on with her forever. No chance or hope of ever being with him again, ever. I didn’t know how I made it through the meeting.

It was the last time he would have to meet everyone again so he would be really glad to see everyone. That was when it dawned on me that he had reconciled with his wife and was moving on with her forever. No chance or hope of ever being with him again, ever. I didn’t know how I made it through the meeting.

So Mr Mark gets to move on with his family and career while I stayed stuck, figuring what else to do with my life. I’d have to stay back in the company with neither friend nor acquaintance except for the elderly woman whom I chatted with at times.

I remembered how much Tade had fussed about me leaving the company. I wish I had listened to him; I’d probably had gotten into another job, and be preparing to get married to him. I wouldn’t have lost anything and wouldn’t even know or cared that Mr Mark was leaving. I couldn’t even think of or attempt attending his wedding anniversary and reunion.

All I saw were happy pictures on his social media profiles.I had lost everything. I didn’t know where to start from or who to talk with. I felt like my life was over. I knew I was the architect of my problems. My life was shattered and everything was my fault; my inability to resist temptation and be committed in my relationship had cost me almost my life.

I wouldn’t have lost anything and wouldn’t even know or cared that Mr Mark was leaving. I couldn’t even think of or attempt attending his wedding anniversary and reunion. All I saw were happy pictures on his social media profiles.

I didn’t know where to start from or who to talk with. I felt like my life was over. I knew I was the architect of my problems. My life was shattered and everything was my fault; my inability to resist temptation and be committed in my relationship had cost me almost my life.

The guilt I mounted on myself made everything worse for me. I couldn’t do anything or think straight, I had stopped going to church since I broke up with Tade and we hadn’t spoken for a long time.

I wondered if he was in another relationship and if he was what the lady would look like. My glow and self-pride disappeared and my life was in shambles but it wasn’t really over, or was it?  I was soon going to figure it out.

I was soon going to figure it out.

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