No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

He truly knocked the wind out of me with just one sentence.

I was certain now that it was some fabricated news that had led him to misunderstand me.

While I did have a role in this mess, the anger boiling inside me was undeniable. We had promised to trust each other, yet he was ready to condemn me without a word based on mere news.

I let out a frustrated sigh, "If I say it's a big mess, would you just turn around and walk away?"

"Yes!" Ernest shot back with unnerving certainty.

I gritted my teeth. "Ernest, you're really top-notch at being a jerk."

He didn't respond, just looked at me with a calm that made it impossible to lash out with the harsh words teetering on the tip of my tongue.

I spun around, fuming, and plopped down on the couch. Ernest followed, taking a seat but keeping a deliberate distance between us.

When he used to hover over me, I'd scoot away, and he'd pull me back into his arms. Now, he maintained this calculated gap, clearly signaling his state of mind.

My heart felt sour as I faced him. "Are you really breaking up with me?"

he said, his voice deep and

was upset, and somehow, it was

it because I was mad

said, sticking to

see you the moment I opened my eyes," my voice broke, "Ernest, you're the

after a moment, "Are you sure

understood the news had hurt him, casting doubts about

It wouldn't have mattered who it was, I would've done the

е

I moved next to him and grasped his arm. "The news twisted it. Holding Conrad's hand was to comfort him

his hand, "Ernest, if you

me off,

"What else

you remember what

clueless, shaking his hand for

more pronounced than usual, "Felicia, are you trying to

shook my head, "I genuinely don't

soul, "Felicia, are you with me because you love me, or is it for some other reason?"