No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

When Haley showed up at my workplace, I wasn't exactly taken aback. It was more the fact that she'd managed to locate my office rather than loitering around my apartment complex or waiting at my front door that surprised me.

What could she possibly want? It obviously revolved around Conrad.

But honestly, I was too drained to even engage in a conversation with her. I instructed someone to send her away, saying, "Tell her I'm not here."

Yet, when I left work, there she was, still waiting outside my office building.

"Director Hudson, she's been waiting for ages, didn't even touch the water we offered her. Plus, she's pregnant. If something happens to her here, that wouldn't be good," the receptionist warned me. Haley was clearly playing hardball, forcing a confrontation in such a manner.

If I gave in now, she'd only continue this tactic.

"It's not our problem if she decides to wait," I said, brushing it off as I walked away.

"Felicia!" Haley called out, her voice booming across the busy evening rush, turning heads in our direction.

As I stopped, Felicia approached me, standing before me in a flowing white maternity dress, her baby bump prominently displayed and cheeks flushed, possibly from the effort of shouting my name. "Why won't you see me?" she began, her voice laced with accusation.

Me, fearful?

"I haven't stolen your man. There's

side that almost made you feel sorry for

words made

Rad? Why keep hovering around him even after you broke up?" Haley raised her voice, a

had

us. Public spats, especially those concerning romantic entanglements, never

a

dragging Conrad into the mess and making sure everyone knew she

play this time,

was clear: she

stirred whispers and

causing

immediately assuming her signature

chasing after Rad. For the sake of the baby I'm carrying," she pleaded, her