No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 38



But there I was, lying on the stiff mattress, my mind a whirlwind of chaos and emptiness, not feeling like sleeping.

Eventually, I grabbed my phone and scrolled through my messages, spotting texts from Deborah and Ivan.

Deborah texted, [Felicia, today was a killer, but I got through the pile of work you left for me. You better have some candy for me as a reward tomorrow. Oh, and Felicia, congrats on tying the knot. Wishing you a lifetime of happiness.]

I couldn't help but smirk at her message, leaving it unanswered.

Ivan sent this message. [Ms. Hudson, please don't get the wrong idea about Mr. Wagner. It would be a real shame if anything happened between you two.]

I didn't reply to him, either. Instead, I opened my social media, found a shadowy picture of myself at the amusement park, and posted it with the caption, "Happy Holidays!"

After that, I scrolled through my posts and deleted everything related to Conrad. It felt like something a celebrity going through a breakup would do. It was best to erase all traces of that love if we were no longer a couple and couldn't be lovers. It would only serve to sour the heart and turn the stomach.

up to 3 AM. My eyes stung, so

passed my door and faded with the

going to bed late, I woke up early, unable to sleep with all the noise outside. But my eyelids were incredibly heavy, refusing to open, so I stayed in bed even though

inviting our new tenant over for dinner," Ethel's voice made me smile even

was always so warm-hearted, even planning a dinner. It gave me a sense

make it. Go on without me," Ernest replied, his voice as gruff as his

was such a

liked a

have a penchant

from my mind. After our interactions the day before, he had hit all my wrong

left, I got up, still in my pajamas, and lazily opened the door. The courtyard was filled with sunshine filtering through the gaps in the ginkgo leaves, scattering like golden spots

mashed potatoes. Care

up my alley, so I accepted

and have some," Ethel was seated at the stone table

memories of my childhood, of my