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.

took me up to 3 AM. My eyes stung, so I tossed the phone aside and

I heard footsteps outside. They passed my door and faded

I woke up early, unable to sleep with all the noise outside. But my eyelids were incredibly heavy, refusing to open, so

I was thinking of inviting our new tenant over for dinner," Ethel's voice made me

dinner. It gave me

Ernest replied, his voice as

was such a

woman who liked

must have

dismissed the man from my mind. After our interactions the day before, he had hit

long after Ernest left, I got up, still in my pajamas, and lazily opened the door. The courtyard was filled with sunshine filtering through

dear. I've just made some mashed potatoes. Care for some?" Ethel held a bowl

was right up my alley, so I

come over and have some," Ethel was seated at the stone table under the oak

childhood, of my