No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Dustin's eyes flickered with a hint of sadness, but he nodded, gesturing for a taxi and opening the door for me. Yet, as the taxi carried me away, Dustin's car followed at a distance.

"Trouble in paradise with the boyfriend?" the driver chuckled.

"Your guy's decent, not forcing you, just quietly keeping an eye out," he added, a bit too chatty for my taste.

I stared out the window, saying, "He's not my boyfriend."

The driver blinked in surprise, then fell silent.

I watched the night scenery, but soon noticed another car in the rearview mirror, alongside Dustin's. It seemed to be Ernest's.

Stanley's engagement announcement echoed in my ears.

My heart felt like it was being sliced open. I closed my eyes and told myself it was all just an illusion.

After a few seconds, the pain eased, and I reopened my eyes. But Ernest's car was still there.

He should be celebrating with the Clark family, so why follow me?

I tapped the driver's seat, "Could you, uh,

see if my boyfriend really cares," I said, making the driver give me a look that said I was being whimsical after just denying my boyfriend. But he didn't know I

cupid might add ten years to my life. Buckle up, miss,"

speeding off like an

car suddenly swerved, even

out of a TV show, was happening

the car stopped, I was dizzy. The driver then said,

here, but

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two?"

Dustin was the first to open the door,

was looking at Ernest,

tension in his eyes eased. He then moved to close the door. "Ernest," I

me with a cold,

are you doing? Why are

followingne

and