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.

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

then, I heard footsteps outside. They passed my door and faded with

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

you come home early tonight? I was thinking of inviting our new tenant over for dinner," Ethel's voice made me smile even in

dinner. It gave me a

me," Ernest replied, his voice as gruff as

was such a

liked

have

I 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 the gaps in the ginkgo leaves, scattering like golden spots on

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

homely treat was right up my alley, so

some," Ethel was seated at the stone table under

memories of my childhood, of my parents, flooded back, and