No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 617

"I mean..." I started, but suddenly I couldn't think of what to ask him. Yolande seemed to know what I was about to ask, so she took the initiative.

"You know he was in the military, but what you don't know is that he was part of a covert ops unit. He spent three years in international conflicts, and in that time, he took down the world's most dominant criminal organization. As for the likes of Brown and Henrik, they're just the small fries."

"After Ernest finished his job, he came back home and hung up his boots. All he wanted was a normal life. But the whole Jefferson affair made him realize those minor threats were rearing their ugly heads again. There are even some out there vowing revenge for their fallen leaders. Ernest knows better than anyone how dangerous they can be. They can't touch him directly, so they're bound to go after the people close to him."

Yolande glanced at me, "That's why he broke things off with you, as well as the truth about his past and who he really is."

"You and him..." I wanted to ask if her deep understanding of Ernest was because they had been through battles together.

But at that moment, I couldn't seem to find the right words.

"Our relationship was a facade. He did it to protect you," Yolande said with a hint of a sad smile.

I could tell she felt alone.

towards the emergency room door. continuing, "He knew those people would investigate him. Even if he broke it off with you, you could still be in danger. So, we pretended to be a couple, made

would you agree to that?" I asked, realizing as soon as I had

loved Ernest. It was

I wanted to protect him," Yolande's response took me by

get hurt. So, I do whatever I can to protect him. That's why I stay by his side," Yolande

it because you love him," I voiced the

him long before you came along. But... he never felt the same

remarkable and

with him, and

have loved me, even if his seering indifference was all for

speechless, as Yolande's words turned any resentment I had towards Ernest into

you or was cold, it hurt him more than anyone. There were times I saw him so down, a side of him I'd

have told you any of this Yolande said with

is selfish, but Yolande embodied its

before Yolande, I suddenly felt unworthy of

the surface, never questioning the true