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

were approaching, but I couldn't face them again, shrinking back into the

me, but Yolande continued, "I think you

leave the rest... It's not your concern," Ernest coldly cut her

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

corner, Yolande's words

What was

my head, obvious belongs to

to tell me?

thoughts, filling me with doubts

engrossed in

to? Thought you'd bolted," he teased

if I wanted to?"

roam because he knew I couldn't escape

My departure would spell trouble for Jefferson. "Why

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

him lacked