No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 412



Following Haley, I found myself standing at the entrance of my own apartment building. She breezed through the lobby, hit the elevator button, and vanished behind its sliding doors.

I couldn't help but stare as the elevator's progress halted directly above my floor. Talk about a soap opera twist.

She was living right above me. Was it a bizarre coincidence, or was there something more to it? I couldn't tell for sure, but it definitely felt like a low blow.

Fortunately, the guy living across from me is practically a ghost, barely seen throughout the year. So, here's to hoping I never have to run into Haley. From the way she was walking, it was clear she was heavily pregnant. Considering she was struggling financially not long ago, her sudden move to this neighborhood didn't need Sherlock Holmes to figure out who was footing the bill.

Conrad, playing both the saint and the sinner. Leaving him and his web of lies was probably the smartest move I ever made.

Ernest never asked why I chose this place. His silence spoke volumes; he knew all there was to know.

Jefferson called the day after his big game, suggesting a celebration. Missing his game was one thing, but skipping the party wasn't an option. Except, attending meant facing Conrad and his entourage. "Jefferson, let's celebrate another day, just you and me."

"I've only got a day before I head overseas for more training," Jefferson's tone was light, but I could hear the underlying message: it's now or never. Caught in my thoughts, his next words caught me off guard, "Afraid it'll be awkward with everyone?"

admitted, more freely than

let go of

continued, "If you had, he'd just be another

perception made me pause; if he felt this way, Conrad and his buddies probably did too. Maybe it was time to make it crystal clear to everyone, especially Conrad, that it

important, face-to-face. So, I had no real choice. "Alright,

bash was in full swing with all his brothers present. Their warm greetings made me smile. "Felicia,

darling," the youngest, Thomas, still stuck to

drink against

"Doesn't feel right... Plus, it's hard to

sometimes it's better to let sleeping dogs

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girlfriend might not appreciate it. Let's just drop

you think we need

a party," I said,