No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 93



If there's one thing I've learned in life, it's that some people have the thick skin of a rhinoceros. And Haley? She's the queen of them all.

When I saw her strolling towards me, a single thought flashed through my mind: Shameless people are invincible. In a world where morals should matter, you'd think someone like her, playing the other woman, would at least have the decency to avoid the wife. But nope. Here we are, in a time where shame is apparently a forgotten concept.

She strutted up with that "look at me, aren't I fabulous?" attitude that really got under my skin.

"Felicia, fancy seeing you here," Haley chimed, her eyes darting to Ernest beside me, though they'd been glued to him since she arrived. It's like she couldn't peel her gaze away from him, as if by some maic force.

And honestly, I didn't even want to start describing how attractive Ernest was; it was like everyone, young or old, couldn't help but sneak an extra glance his way. The best proof was Ethel back in my neighborhood, always sneaking peeks.

"Yeah, what a coincidence," I replied, my tone anything but warm. It wasn't that I was petty; I just couldn't stand her smugness, acting all high and mighty while trying to play the victim.

have backed off. But no, she chose to step on every single one of my nerves, so any discomfort she felt was on

sharp words seemed to hit a nerve, making her visibly uncomfortable. With

her decent looks, probably had that in spades, especially now, playing the young widow in need of a good

already? What was with this wandering eye every time

idea of Haley setting her sights on him. Watching her antics, I couldn't help but mock, "Ms. Perez, here for the maternity special? The

face turned from red to white, a clear giveaway of her embarrassment, especially with

so obvious she was putting on a show to get Ernest's attention. Was she trying to keep her options open, with

surprising and, in a twisted way, satisfying.. wondered how Conrad would feel, knowing he was just

to order?" a server approached us,

spot," I said, eager to leave Haley and her drama

a bit closer to him,

the gentleman,

by the

settled into the seats the server had guided us to, with Ernest never once asking who Haley was. His respect