No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 822

"Let go!" I snapped, my voice as cold as the winter wind sweeping across the English countryside.

Dustin didn't budge; he just tightened his grip on my arm.

This whole mess was his doing, and I was boiling with anger and resentment. I swung my hand, slapping him hard across the face.

The slap echoed through the room, sharp and biting.

"Dustin, you're nothing but a scumbag," I spat out, my voice laced with venom.

He had the audacity to use his own parents' funeral for his schemes. He didn't deserve to be called human anymore. And as for Ernest? He must have been threatened by Dustin. Otherwise, he would never have turned on Fanny like that. "Go ahead, call me whatever you want," Dustin said, his face tinged red from my slap, yet he remained unfazed. In fact, he seemed to welcome my insults.

lunatic, a

at a loss for words. Not only because I wasn't great at hurling insults, but because someone like him wasn't worth

me a scumbag, a jerk, but I wasn't always like this. Do you remember

of everything-good food, fun times. Whenever you two messed up, I'd take

but your heart, your eyes, they were always for him. I told myself it was because you two were closer in age, and that if I just treated

wanted to be with, you chose him, without even considering me. No one knows how I survived those

even hurt myself and I still have the scars on

step aside willingly, to sacrifice myself as if

I was alone in a foreign land, tortured by homesickness, while you guys were back home, living it up as one big happy family. I numbed myself with drinks at bars, and being

from all of you. If you had cared for me even

with a soft chuckle, his eyes meeting mine again. "Felicia, when I heard you and Rad broke up, I was so