No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

I couldn't help but turn my head.

Just then, Ernest looked up too. Even though we were separated by the car window, it felt like he could see me clearly.

My heart felt like it had been pierced by a knife.

But his gaze towards me was quickly interrupted by Yolande at his side. I could even hear her voice through the window, "Ernest, let's go inside."

He looked away and started walking inside with Yolande.

Suddenly, I felt a surge of energy and I flung the car door open.

As my feet hit the ground, Henrik followed suit, looking at me, "Want to go say hi?"

Yes, I wanted to see if he would feel guilty showing up with another woman in front of me.

Would he remember the things he once said to me?

It wasn't about not being able to let go, but rather I wanted to know if he felt any remorse.

"Quinn," I didn't respond but Henrik understood my intention and called out to Ernest while taking my hand and walking towards them. Ernest stopped, him and Yolande looked our way.

My breathing was tight, my heart raced with a mix of panic and a bizarre sense of revenge.

not care about me, but here I was, alive and well, protected

to Ernest and Yolande and broke the ice, "Quinn,

him before, yet Henrik's tone betrayed none of

big heart and an even bigger spirit, or perhaps it was all just a

aloof as ever, "You probably didn't

head, "Not

at me, "Right,

unease in his eyes, but facing

me, and I clearly said I didn't want him back, so why did

emotions on such a

like a moment of clarity

he didn't care, then I would treat him as

but instead at

Ernest's familiar scent still lingered in

Henrik teased me once we were out

him,

thece, seemingly waiting for

me.

the car, I had asked Henrik a question he

I asked again,