No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 134



When she brought me the steaming coffee, I couldn't help but vent, "Conrad, that jerk. I never imagined he'd be so despicable beneath his facade." I sipped the coffee, its bitterness echoing my thoughts. "Turns out Conrad just pitied me."

Even though Conrad and I had parted ways, the memories of our past, once sweet, lingered. But his words had mercilessly stripped away the veneer of pretense, exposing the ugly truth.

Fanny's hand rested on my shoulder, comforting. "Seeing him for who he is now is better than never."

I remained silent, deep in my thoughts, until Fanny nudged me. "How about we give him a taste of his own medicine?"

"What?" I was at my lowest.

Conrad's words had reopened old wounds, reminding me of the darkest period of my life. He was right about one thing. After the car accident that took my parents, leaving their bodies in the cold morgue, I was utterly alone. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't bear the thought of going home. I even considered ending it all to be with my parents again.

I was part of their family. They became my beacon of hope in that sea of despair. They were my life raft, and in my desperation, I clung to

smile when we first met. Looking back, it wasn't friendly. It was mockery, right? Yet, I saw it as a

can move on without

heat before he realizes his mistake," she squeezed my shoulders,

this, a soap opera? Are we supposed to just fall

because it's the only way to break free from

another name, "Ernest. He could

right," I objected

interest in me,

suggest this, and he

vel?

more

"He's perfect," Fanny disagreed.

I said, my mind a