No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Tears blurred his figure I could see...

From the first moment I laid eyes on him, I've watched his back countless times. And now, that back is nothing to me.

My tears didn't last long. More than sadness, I felt a surge of anger.

Angry that Ernest, over a silly misunderstanding, decided to give up on us. Angry that he turned out to be just like any other guy, ready to ditch the person by his side the moment he tasted a bit of success. If Ernest could so easily say it's over, then I, Felicia, wouldn't cling to him.

When Dustin and Conrad texted to check in on me, I had just soaked in a bath, ready to hit the sack.

They were both wondering how things were going with Ernest. But honestly, I didn't want to talk about it. Explaining would only lead to either their consolation or guilt, neither of which would change anything. Plus, it'd be a waste of energy.

So, I pretended I didn't see their messages, didn't reply to anyone... except for Fanny.

That girl, I swear, once she's got a man, she forgets her besties exist. She'd been off with Yates for days and only today decided to shoot me a message.

She didn't even know I nearly lost half my life over this mess.

"Yo, finally crawled out from your love nest? Remember there's a Felicia in this world?"

message was dripping with sarcasm

a video call. As soon as I answered, I was greeted by

up in your steamy rendezvous

me with a smug smile, "As long as we're on the same page. How've you been recently? Did you and Mr. Collins actually end up playing house?" Leave it to a doctor to hit where it hurts. But I

immediately sensed

and I

happened? How did

l.ne

her the rundown, finally muttering, "It's over. He's just another ferk. All that talk about. accepting me and my past was just BS. One stupid piece of

the last

to be the first to know if something

I'm here nursing a broken heart, and you're scaring me," I

huffed, "You're not usually this dense. Do you really think Ernest, who left you in his ex's care, would drop you over a

to

the golden boy of the Collins

been the underdog for thirty years, not the type to turn his back on someone over