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.

planning to marry her?"

it, "It's

marry her but feel like you're settling, right?"

ever heard the saying?" Conrad smirked

all ears.

veiling the face I'd adored for ten years. My heart clenched painfully. To Conrad, I was just an

her or not?"

curious about the answer. Got your sights on Felicia, too? How about

more than an insignificant object, passed around after ten years

a pet would be treated

It was clear I meant nothing to Conrad. Yet, he was my everything for the last ten years. His words wounded me

the ID,

are you saying? She's your

the sofa. "Get out. You've been nothing but

not me who's

for her, it's better to break it off and let her find someone who

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