No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

"Collins really has a heart of stone," Henrik released me, his tone dripping with sympathy.

I turned to look at him, then suddenly, a wave of indescribable anger and hatred burst forth from within me. I grabbed something nearby and hurled it at him, "Now you see, I'm not his woman, you jerk, you piece of..." I rarely swore like that, hurling insult after insult, until I didn't even know who I was cursing anymore.

But it seemed that was the only way to vent the overwhelming feelings of injustice and sorrow inside me.

Henrik didn't dodge; he just let me lash out.

Eventually, when my hands had no strength left, and I couldn't move, I just curled up, motionless.

Henrik left, and the moment he shut the door, I heard someone outside ask him, "Can this girl hook Ernest?"

As the door closed, Henrik's reply was cut off.

The room was silent again, just me alone. The hysteria had drained all my energy, even my brain felt oxygen-deprived, buzzing...

I just sat there, staring blankly, my mind a mess, yet blank.

I don't know how long I was lost in thought when the door opened again. It was a maid coming in, holding my clothes, "Here are your clothes, princess. They're clean now."

blinked, confused, "Why did you wash my

his house," the maid explained, making me glance at the pajamas I was

She nodded, "Of course."

sigh of relief. The maid had already placed the clothes beside me before going to clean up the mess

maid left

my

clear.

my phone

torrent of messages

jerk, you claimed to love me, yet you're off flirting with another woman. You're just a

thought you were a good man, but you're just as greedy for wealth and

up, yet

all your fault. If anything happens to me, I swear

...

kept sending, pouring out all

Ernest finally