?” His voice was tight, and his smile tighter.

“Oh, no need,” I said, plopping down on the armrest of a chair.

“You didn’t want me embarrassing you in front of your colleagues, right? This is much better.”

The room went silent for a beat, then one of the doctors stifled a laugh. Another joined in, and soon, they were chuckling.

Adam’s face turned a shade of red I didn’t know was possible.

“Actually,” the woman from earlier spoke up, her tone sharp, “I’d love to hear more about what you do, Rachel. Adam’s never mentioned…”

“Oh, hasn’t he?” I met Adam’s panicked gaze. “I wonder why.

Is it because I’m just an ORDINARY WAITRESS?”

“Rachel, stop,” Adam pleaded. A ripple of murmurs filled the room, and then silence. A dead, grave one!

The evening couldn’t have ended fast enough for Adam.

His colleagues left, most of them still chuckling as they waved goodbye. One of them, the woman, squeezed my hand and whispered, “You deserve better.”

Adam closed the door and spun around to face me.

“What the hell was that?” he snapped.

“You tell me,” I shot back, tears finally spilling over. “You didn’t think I could hold my own with your ‘prestigious’ doctor friends, so you shoved me into the kitchen like some 1950s housewife.

Do you have any idea how that felt?”

“It wasn’t like that,” he argued. “I just didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable!”

“Uncomfortable?” I let out a bitter laugh. “You didn’t even introduce me!

You treated me like I wasn’t good enough to be seen with you. Like I was the maid instead of your future wife!”

“I was trying to protect you!”

“From what? The horror of people discovering you’re engaged to a waitress?

Someone who didn’t go to medical school? God, I can’t believe I was going to marry someone who’s ashamed of me.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Okay, fine.

Maybe I didn’t handle it well. But you embarrassed me in front of my colleagues, Rachel!”

“Good,” I said, yanking off my engagement ring. “Maybe next time you’ll think twice before you try to humiliate someone you claim to love.” I placed the ring on the coffee table, the soft clink deafening in the silence.

His mouth opened, then closed.

For once, Adam didn’t have a comeback.

The next morning, I packed my things. Adam hovered in the doorway, watching me fold my clothes into a suitcase. The morning light caught the space on my finger where the ring used to be.

“Are you seriously leaving over this?” he asked.

“Rachel, please. We can work this out.”

“You don’t get it, Adam,” I said, zipping up the bag. “This isn’t just about last night.

You’ve been looking down on me since the day we met. I thought it was harmless at first, but now I see it’s not. You don’t respect me.

I thought we were equals. But you’ve been underestimating me because of my work.”

“That’s not true,” he said quickly, stepping forward. “I love you.”

“Do you?” I challenged, staring him down.

“Or do you love the idea of molding me into someone your colleagues would approve of? You think being a doctor makes you better than me? But I work hard.

I’m proud of what I do, even if it’s not glamorous. And I deserve someone who sees that.”

“I see you,” he whispered, but the words rang hollow.

“No. You see what YOU want to see.

And I’m done trying to be that person.”

He didn’t say anything. He just stood there, hands in his pockets, as I grabbed my bag and walked out the door. As I reached my car, I heard him call out.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice breaking.

“I never meant to make you feel less than anyone.”

I turned back one last time. “I know. That’s what makes it worse.”

The best part?

One of his colleagues emailed me a few days later. “Hey, Rachel,” it started, “I just wanted to say that what you did was hilarious. We’re still talking about it at work.

Adam’s going to have a hard time living this one down. But more importantly, you showed real courage standing up for yourself. If you ever need a reference for anything, don’t hesitate to ask.”

I grinned as I read it, sipping my coffee in my new apartment.

Adam might be a great doctor, but he’ll think twice before treating someone like they’re beneath him again.

And me? I’m doing just fine without him. Sometimes, the best thing you can do for yourself is walk away from someone who can’t see your worth.

Better yet?

I heard through the grapevine that his hospital started a workplace respect initiative. Turns out my “kitchen nightmare” sparked some interesting conversations about professional relationships and implicit bias.

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