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.

about me, but here I was, alive and well, protected by Henrik, a

right up to Ernest and Yolande and broke the ice,

hurt him before, yet Henrik's tone betrayed none of

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

was as aloof as ever, "You probably didn't want

shook his head, "Not at all, I

at me, "Right,

and unease in his eyes,

up with me, and I clearly said I didn't want him back,

such a man

was like a moment of clarity had

didn't care, then I would treat him

but instead at Henrik,

Ernest's familiar scent still

played," Henrik teased me once we were out

the venue with him, and

thece, seemingly waiting for

me.

car, I had asked Henrik a question

asked again,