No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Ernest never beat around the bush. When he said something, I knew he meant it.

His words made it crystal clear to me; if Ernest said it, he believed it.

Ever since I started seeing him, I was scared my history with Conrad would mess things up for us. So, I tried to stay away from Conrad.

But in the end, I somehow still managed to leave Ernest feeling like I harbored old flames for Conrad.

I knew this feeling of his wasn't just because I had donated blood to Conrad once; it must have been simmering for a while, building up from multiple instances until he felt this strongly about it. "Ernest, it turns out you've always felt I don't love you enough," I said with a mocking laugh. "If that's the case, then I really don't know what love is."

"If you really loved me, you wouldn't talk about breaking up so easily," Ernest murmured softly.

I closed my eyes, feeling defeated, "I've explained that it was said in the heat of the moment."

After saying that, I smiled bitterly, "I just mentioned breaking up, and you agreed so readily. Ernest, does this mean you've wanted out from the beginning?"

It's true what they say, give someone enough rope, and they'll hang themselves. When you don't want to be reasonable, any argument can be twisted.

Ernest's gaze narrowed. "If that's what you think, then maybe it's right for us to part ways."

heart clenched, and anger surged within me. After

hand, saying, "So, parting ways

for you, now that you're the heir to the Collins fortune. Do you feel I'm not worthy of

me. But

what you think?" Ernest's voice

past it You want to break up, so I have no other choice but to think this

ov

how you see it," Ernest actually responded like that. Looking into his eyes, my lips trembled,

building, feeling like it was about to burst, my throat burning as if I'd swallowed a chili pepper.

"...Yes."

right through me, almost

clenched my

last bit of pride

was still about misconceptions

back to explain, but

it