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.

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

nerve, making her visibly uncomfortable. With Conrad not here, who was she trying to

her decent looks, probably had that in spades, especially now, playing the young widow in

Conrad already? What was with this wandering eye every time a decent man walked by? Was she only interested in

her sights on him. Watching her antics, I couldn't help but

giveaway of her

on a show to get Ernest's attention. Was she trying to keep her options open,

only target was both surprising and, in a twisted way, satisfying.. wondered how Conrad

order?" a server approached us,

I said,

closer to him, perhaps closer

ever the

me by the shoulder

away from him. We then settled into the seats the server had guided us to, with Ernest never once asking who Haley was.