MIA'S POINT OF VIEW
When I got home, I poured myself another glass of wine and sat on my couch. Pulled out my phone and scrolled through old photos.
There. A picture from eight years ago. Alex and I were at a charity event. We looked so happy. So perfect together. We were perfect together.
Until I ruined it.
I closed my eyes and let myself remember.
Eight years ago, everything was different. Alex and I had been dating for two years. We were young, in love, planning a future together. Alex was working for his father's company, learning the business. I was working in public relations, building my career.
We talked about marriage. About children. About the life we'd build together.
Then I got the offer.
A position in London. A major PR firm. It was my dream job. Everything I'd worked for. But it meant leaving. For at least two years, maybe longer.
