No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Will Ernest regret it?

I have no clue, but just the thought of him walking away so decisively sends a sharp pain through my heart.

With each passing second, the pain intensifies, making me toss and turn all night, unable to find any sleep.

Breaking up with Conrad never hurt this bad.

I somehow made it till dawn, got up, got ready, and headed to the office.

There, I'd see Ernest. I wanted to see how well he slept, given the rough night I had.

To cover up my weariness, I put on some makeup and went to the office.

And as fate would have it, I bumped right into Grant Smith at the office lobby. He greeted me with his usual enthusiasm, waving, "Director Hudson, good morning."

Every time he sees me, it's like he's found a long-lost family member, his excitement barely contained, almost ready to hug me and burst into tears.

"Good morning, Mr. Smith!" I nodded slightly.

"How come you're alone? Didn't bring your other half with you?" Grant asked with a grin.

The term "other half" hit harder than if he'd just mentioned Ernest by name. My already aching heart twisted further at his words, and I managed a strained laugh, "Other half? Did Mr. Smith assign me a new one?"

paused, then laughed it off, waving someone over, "Look, isn't that

clothes from last night,

surprising he still showed up to work here, given his recent

This was always his company. Jeremy was just a

it, I realized that while he had listed all my

hid his true identity, deceiving

his intention? Was it to guard against me, fearing I'd be with him just for his wealth, or did he never intend to share his

anger flared

to walk away, but Grant called out, "Hey,

Collins, hurry up, don't keep

came closer, his gaze landing on me, but I turned

I wasn't about to let

could tell something was off between Ernest

teased,

I were just talking about you. She doesn't quite recognize your 'other half' status, so you'll need to work

knew how

comment nearly made

much salt

bitter melon stir-fry this morning.