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?"

laughed it off, waving someone over,

from last night, but in his usual casual tee, pants,

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

wrong. This was always his company. Jeremy was

realized that while he had listed all my faults

hid his true

against me, fearing I'd be with him just for his wealth, or did

this, my anger

away, but Grant called out,

Ernest, saying, "Mr. Collins,

gaze landing

to look, but I wasn't

oblivious, could tell something was off between Ernest and me but didn't push

teased,

and I were just talking about you. She doesn't quite recognize your 'other

leaving Grant in an awkward spot Yet, he knew how to lighten

my irritation, Grant's comment nearly

too much salt today," Ernest finally spoke

melon stir-fry this morning.