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."

and anger surged within me. After all my explanations, he still felt this

hand, saying, "So, parting ways is the right thing, is that

and added, "Ernest, I know things have changed for you, now that you're the heir to the Collins fortune. Do you feel I'm not worthy of you anymore? Or is it because I

of suspicion was beneath me. But today, I had sunk to that

what you think?" Ernest's voice

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Ernest actually responded like that. Looking

my chest kept building, feeling like it was about to burst, my throat burning as if I'd swallowed a chili pepper. It took a moment before I could speak, "So, you still want to break up, is that

"...Yes."

word from Ernest pierced right

my fists.

was my last bit of pride and

me. If this was still about misconceptions regarding Conrad and me, I

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