No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 22



Even though shopping with Haley put me in a bad mood, it didn't kill my appetite.

I wolfed down a massive cheeseburger before heading back to the office. As soon as I got there, my phone rang. It was Jacqueline, Conrad's mom. Not having been home in two days, her call wasn't unexpected. "Jacquelin," I greeted.

"Felicia, sweetie, stop crashing at your girlfriend's place. Come home tonight, will you? I made mutton chops, your favorite, with black pepper," Jacqueline's offer made me chuckle.

It looked like Conrad had come up with an excuse for my absence.

I had already decided to move back to my folks' house, meaning I'd have to return to the Wagner family to pack up my things. "Jacquelin, I'll be there tonight," I said.

Just before leaving work, Deborah sidled up to me. "Felicia, you alright?"

"What's up?" I asked, puzzled.

"You know how people love to gossip around here. Just ignore them. I've seen firsthand how much Mr. Wagner dotes on you," Deborah's words made me reach out for her hand.

She instinctively hid her phone behind her back. My face turned stern. "Hand it over."

opened their private gossip chat. The content was similar to what I had overheard from some employees the day before, but they had dug up some past dirt

husband, Aiden. There were rumors of a love triangle back in the day. That was news to me. Even

but not back to

I arrived, he was in the middle of a pool game. Catching sight of me,

also been my pool mentor. Shedding my coat, I picked up a cue stick and joined Jefferson at the table. "Not bad at all. A credit to your teacher," he complimented, referring

you ask? Are you fishing for some old college

between him and Haley back then?" I asked

paused his game to look

offered a light smile. "I know you wouldn't lie

his shot, sinking the

assurance, he looked at me. "Why the

replied briefly, focusing on the

together, trust is key," Jefferson

I blurted out, causing Jefferson's hand to

"Better to part ways now

was such a straight shooter. Remembering his advice from the other day,

"What?" He looked puzzled.

I left

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