No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

The painting depicted a man and me, standing close together, both of us dressed for a special occasion. The man was in a sleek tuxedo, timeless and elegant, while I was adorned in a stunning bridal gown that seemed to capture the essence of love and commitment. My face was painted with a radiant smile, eyes sparkling with joy, a testament to the happiness that was supposed to be shared with the person standing beside me. It was supposed to be a portrait of my wedding day.

However, the man's facial features remained unfinished, leaving his identity a mystery. Was it Conrad, the man I was once set to marry, making this a gift from Dustin meant to celebrate our union? Or could the figure beside me in the portrait actually be Dustin himself? Deep down, I was leaning towards the latter.

The room was filled with various portraits of me, all crafted by Dustin's hand. If these weren't clear indicators of his feelings, I didn't know what were. Surrounded by his art, it became undeniable that Dustin's affection for me was far deeper and long-standing than I had ever imagined.

Sighing, I felt overwhelmed by the array of emotions depicted through the canvases. Being loved, especially by someone whose feelings you don't reciprocate, can sometimes feel suffocating.

With a heavy heart, I made a quick exit, regretting ever moving into this place and discovering Dustin's secret. Though, I doubted he knew about my intrusion. After all, I had cracked his password, something he probably never anticipated.

Escaping into self-denial, I hurried downstairs, just in time to see the housekeeper finishing up. She greeted me politely, saying, "Miss Felicia, is there anything else I can assist you with?"

"No, thank you," I replied, sitting down on the couch, my heart in disarray.

alright?" the housekeeper

my head, and she pointed towards a room on the ground floor, "That's your room, Miss Felicia. You might want to rest

just sit here for a

housekeeper left me

but Conrad's instructions kept me from leaving hastily. I was about to call him when my phone rang. It was the person I had

you find her?"

Hudson, we did, but..." the voice

tensed, "But what?

Hudson, Deborah... she suicide.

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