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.

sensation. It seemed the act of hurting him wounded me as

I couldn't face them

eluded me, but Yolande continued, "I think you should

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

you really are..." Yolande's voice faded as they moved away, her last words lost

corner,

me. What

head,

to tell me?

stirred my thoughts, filling me with doubts

there, engrossed

vanish to? Thought you'd bolted," he teased upon my

I wanted to?"

he knew I couldn't

all, Jefferson was his pawn, tied to me. My departure would spell trouble for Jefferson. "Why

especially after overhearing that conversation. Was he

with him lacked any