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 complete madman

because I wasn't

you call me a scumbag, a jerk, but I wasn't always like this. Do you remember how I was when you first came to our family?" Dustin started reminiscing, much

was the older brother who had to be generous, always looking out for my younger siblings. I'd give you and Rad the best of everything-good food, fun times. Whenever you two messed up, I'd take

always say, 'Thanks, Dustin,' and seeing your smile made me want to do even more for you. I cared about you more than Rad, but your heart, your eyes, they were always for him. I told myself it was because you two were closer in age, and

without even considering me. No one knows how I survived those days. I told myself as long as you

who's making the sacrifice. I even hurt myself and I still have the scars on my

willingly, to sacrifice myself as if it was my own idea. I was used to giving in, so I

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 alone made me an easy target

If you had cared for me even a little,

"Felicia, when I heard you and Rad broke up, I was