No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 29



I was at the Silent Wisdom Temple, soaking up a session on mindfulness, when Conrad's call pulled me from my trance.

"Felicia, it's nearly 11 o'clock. Where are you?" Conrad's voice crackled with urgency through the phone.

“I'm almost there. Give me a minute," I lied, a hint of mischief tinting my voice.

I had loved him for a decade and waited on him more times than I could count. It was his turn, considering a small tribute to the ten years of love I had given.

"Hurry up. Don't miss the time slot the master said would be perfect," Conrad pressed on.

Right then, I was sitting across from Master Mathew, who hadn't breathed a word about any marriage. He had no clue about me and Conrad planning to tie the knot, let alone calculate any auspicious time.

I hummed a soft acknowledgment and hung up, then turned off my phone, allowing Master Mathew's words to wash over me again.

Conrad's faith was born from a miracle. After surviving a severe illness in his childhood, thanks to his mother, Jacqueline, who had prayed tirelessly for three days and nights, both found solace in faith. Jacqueline became a devout believer, and in turn, Conrad became a lay disciple, taking Master Mathew as his spiritual guide.

this world, too, with Master Mathew even blessing our union with prayer cords. Sadly, our

long gone. I wasn't surprised, though. I had no idea how long he waited, but it wasn't

turned my phone back on, only to be bombarded with a

get here

time. We're going to miss the perfect

[Felicia, what's going on?]

answer your texts

got 20 minutes before town hall closes. We won't make it

you playing games with

[Felicia?]

from anxious,

sent at 11:55, which meant his patience lasted

fifty-three missed calls, called him back, only for him to hang up after a single ring. He was angry and upset that I

didn't try again.

knowing Conrad must've called her in his search

was also asking where I

én.s

[Don't worry about me. I'm fine.