No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 1



"Honestly, did you fuck Felicia?" A man's deep voice seeped through the door's crack, freezing me in my tracks as I was about to enter. Peering through the gap, I saw Conrad Wagner perched in his high-backed chair, his lips barely moving. "She made the moves, but I wasn't interested."

"Don't trash-talk her, Conrad. Felicia's a catch in our circles. Plenty of guys are after her," the speaker was Conrad's close friend, Jefferson Daniels, who had also witnessed the ups and downs of my decade-long relationship with Conrad.

"It's too familiar, you know?" Conrad furrowed his brows in distaste.

I was fourteen when the Wagner family took me in, meeting Conrad for the first time. Everyone told me he was the one I was supposed to marry one day. And just like that, ten years had passed with us living under the same roof.

"Yeah, I get it. You work together daily, barely lifting your heads from your desks, and eat at the same table at night. You guys probably know each other's bathroom schedules all too well," Jefferson mocked before sighing, "Gone are the days when familiarity breeds affection. These days, it's all about the chase, wanting what you can't have. That's what keeps things exciting."

Conrad remained silent, a tacit acknowledgment of Jefferson's words.

"So, are you still planning to marry her?" Jefferson's question made my heart skip a beat.

Conrad's parents had been pushing us to make it official, but he hadn't said yes or no. I hadn't asked him, either. But Jefferson had done it for me. Conrad didn't respond.

marry her?"

it, "It's not

want to marry her but feel like you're settling, right?" Jefferson knew Conrad inside

heard the saying?" Conrad smirked

all

you can't bring yourself to throw away." Conrad lit a cigarette, the smoke veiling the face I'd adored for ten years.

going to marry her

so curious about the answer. Got your sights on Felicia, too? How about I give her to

than an insignificant object, passed around

pet would

Yet, he was my everything for the last ten years. His words wounded me deeply, a bitter

the ID,

Jefferson scoffed, "What are you saying?

sofa. "Get out. You've been

who's bothering

it's better to break it off and let her find

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grabbing his coat and heading