No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Resentment runs deep, but anger digs even deeper.

Yet, my mix of love and hate isn't something I can share with her.

But she, taking the initiative, probably out of unease, feared I'd cling to Ernest again.

I met her gaze with a wry smile, "Ms. Clark, we're hardly acquaintances. My affairs of the heart are none of your business. As for whether I despise Ernest or not, he knows best." "He might, but I'm in the dark," Yolande insisted.

I looked at this bold and quirky woman, "Ms. Clark is worried I'll entangle Ernest in drama again, huh? Rest easy, even if Ernest came crawling back, I wouldn't spare him a second glance." "Ms. Hudson, you're quite the ice queen," Yolande said, her tone teasing.

I couldn't help but smirk, "What's it to you, Ms. Clark? Looking for a showdown?"

Before she could respond, I added, "You won't get the chance in this lifetime."

With that, I turned around, only to come face-to-face with Ernest, who had arrived without me noticing. He stood there, his gaze deep and intense, as if he'd heard every word I'd just said.

To me, it was better he heard. He needed to know that when I loved him, he was my everything. Now discarded, he meant nothing.

Our silent stare lasted a few seconds before I walked away.

suffocating sensation. It seemed the act of hurting him wounded me as well. "Does it

they were approaching, but I couldn't face them

response eluded me, but Yolande continued, "I

what you need to do later, and leave the rest... It's not your concern,"

Yolande's voice faded as they moved away,

corner, Yolande's words

What

in my head, obvious belongs to

to tell me?

me

there, engrossed

to? Thought you'd bolted," he

even if I wanted to?" I retorted

me roam because he knew I couldn't escape

was his pawn, tied to me. My departure would spell trouble for Jefferson. "Why not try running for once?" Henrik

thoughts returned to Ernest, especially after overhearing that conversation. Was he hiding something

interaction with him lacked any hint