The man who had called my pregnant body “depressing.” The man who left me to give birth alone. The man who tried to shrink his income on paper while upgrading his lifestyle.
“No,” I said simply. “You’re not.”
The HR director clicked her pen. “Mr. Ellis,” she said professionally, “based on discrepancies in your application and concerns regarding ethics, we will not be moving forward.”
Grant’s face hardened. “You’re doing this because she’s bitter.”
My father’s voice remained flat. “We’re doing this because you’re unqualified for this company’s standards.”
Grant shoved his chair back, eyes burning as he looked at me. “You think you won.”
I didn’t flinch. “This isn’t a game,” I said. “It’s my son’s life.”
He left without shaking anyone’s hand.
