After this unpleasant conversation, the fiancé disappeared. He didn’t answer calls, and he stopped coming to the cafe for lunch. Margaret was nervous and cried endlessly.
She couldn’t understand what had happened. Why was Andrew acting this way? Had he chickened out? Then her co-worker told her something. Margaret, don’t be too upset, but I saw your Andrew at the mall yesterday.
He was walking hand in hand with another girl, and when he saw me, he turned away as if he didn’t know me. I could be wrong, but it looks pretty clear to me. Your Andrew has found someone else.
Margaret cried and couldn’t believe it. How is this possible? How could he? Maybe it’s a mistake. Maybe she’s his relative.
I have to find out. Otherwise, I’ll go crazy. Margaret took time off from work and began to keep an eye on Andrew near his office.
She waited for a whole two hours. Finally, he came out, but not alone. He was walking hand in hand with that same girl.
She opened the door of a fancy car, and Andrew immediately got in, and they started passionately kissing right there. Margaret’s vision darkened, and she felt unbearable pain, not in control of herself. She rushed to the car, banging on the window and shouting, You traitor! What about me? Aren’t you ashamed, you scoundrel? A frightened Andrew jumped out, approached Margaret, and tried to push her away.
Forgive me, it just happened. Bridget is now my fiancée. My parents decided that.
I told them everything, and they forbade me from seeing you. Please, Margaret, go away. It’s over between us.
Margaret was stunned by this and gave Andrew a resounding slap. But I’m pregnant with your child. What am I supposed to do now? Don’t you care? Andrew evaded responsibility and tried to justify himself.
I don’t know. Just go to the hospital and get an abortion. What’s the big deal, Margaret? Please don’t shout.
Just go, I beg you. At that moment, the other girl leisurely stepped out of the car, gave Margaret a disdainful look, and asked, I don’t quite understand. Who is this, Andrew? What does this crazy woman want from you? Andrew pushed Margaret away and replied, Everything’s fine.
She’s just confused. Bridget approached Margaret, looked her straight in the eyes, and sternly said, This guy is mine now. That’s my decision.
You better not get in my way, or else it won’t end well for you. My father has some serious connections. Get out of here, you fool.
Andrew and Bridget drove away, splashing Margaret with mud from head to toe, and she just stood there in the parking lot, unable to move. It felt like a nightmare, a bad dream. Margaret didn’t go to work.
She physically couldn’t. She spent a week crying at home, literally wailing with sorrow and betrayal. At one point, she even considered going for an abortion to try to solve all her problems in one go.
But Margaret was terrified what if something went wrong, and she wouldn’t be able to have children in the future. How could she take the life of an innocent child? In one of those days, her neighbor Charles stopped by. He needed a painkiller for his child who was feeling unwell.
Seeing Margaret in her state, he was shocked. He practically dragged her into his room, while his wife, Batty, waved her hands in disbelief. Together, they calmed Margaret down with sedatives, hot tea, and patiently listened to her story.
Margaret needed to talk to someone. The pain of her beloved’s betrayal was tearing her heart apart. She told them everything.
Charles listened, nodded, stayed silent, and then quietly asked, so, what are you going to do? Margaret shrugged, I’ve missed a week of work at the cafe. They’ve probably fired me, especially since I was working there illegally. I’ll have to go back to the village, to my grandpa, but I don’t know how I’ll be able to face him.
Charles scratched his head, no, going back to the village is not the solution. What will you do there? Listen, you said you’re good at driving. Come to our taxi company to work.
We’re short on drivers right now. True, our owner, Jacob, watches everyone closely, but we pay a decent salary. You can save money for your child and maternity leave.
Just don’t mention your pregnancy, and I’ll try not to let it slip. If the owner finds out, he won’t take you. Margaret wiped away her tears and looked at her neighbor with gratitude.
Thank you, Charles. This is my dream job. I’ve loved speed and roads since I was a child, and I’m a skilled driver, trust me.
I’ll start a new life for sure. I never really liked that cafe from the beginning. I’ll come tomorrow, okay? Thanks, guys.
Batty potted Margaret on the shoulder. Well done, Margaret. You can’t give up.
Are you going to let your life be ruined because of that scoundrel? When you have your baby, you’ll understand that it’s your greatest happiness. You can do it all. And if you ever need help, don’t worry, we’ll be here for you.
That’s how Margaret ended up working for the taxi service. Initially, Jacob didn’t believe she could do it, but then he saw how confidently Margaret handled the car, fixed minor issues herself, and efficiently carried out her duties. He decided to hire her.
Margaret felt encouraged. She no longer had time to suffer and cry. She spent her entire day behind the wheel and with passengers.
Plus, she enjoyed the job, and she eagerly ran to it. Her pregnancy wasn’t showing yet, and she wore sporty clothes, so she could continue working almost until her maternity leave. Fortunately, her health remained good, and she suffered from minimal morning sickness.
The only downside was the very frugal owner, who demanded minute-by-minute reports at the end of each shift if the car stopped anywhere or deviated from the route. He even installed a hidden camera in the vehicle to monitor how his drivers interacted with customers. However, her colleagues were fantastic.
Margaret admitted that it was easier to work with men because there was no gossip and judgment. Everyone was focused on their job. She and Charles remained friends.