No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 185

So she expects me to just drop everything and go to her? Who does she think she is?

I decided to ignore it, but Conrad was staring at me so intensely, he didn't even notice the notification flash on my phone.

"Felicia, are you seriously telling me it's over between us?" Conrad asked, his eyes bloodshot.

I was tired of repeating myself, tired of trying to make him understand. "What do you want me to do to prove I'm not joking? Marry Ernest at a Vegas chapel?"

I had even kissed Ernest to get Conrad off my back, and he still thought it was all a game.

"Felicia," Conrad snarled my name like he was spitting venom. That used to freak me out, but now? I felt nothing.

Turns out, that's the difference between caring about someone and not.

I looked down, then lifted my eyes to meet his. "Conrad, it's really over. How else can I say it? Even if every other man on the pl vanished, leaving just you, I still wouldn't come back to you."

I knew my words were harsh, almost cruel, but I was so over his endless pursuit.

Conrad's face contorted like he'd been electrocuted, and he was rendered speechless, just staring at me.

Even though I wasn't looking at him, I could feel his gaze shift through anger, resentment, frustration, and finally, despair.

"Felicia, I hope you don't regret this," he murmured.

I gripped the steering wheel tighter. "No regrets."

"What if something bad happens to me, or there's an accident? Would you regret it then?" he suddenly asked.

Confused, I looked at him, his eyes were a deep, raw red. "Felicia, I know I messed up. I let you down. But I've realized my mistakes. I've begged, tried everything to win you back, but you won't budge..."

He shook his head, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Do I need to get down on my knees and beg?"

It was clear he had regrets, and I could feel it.

I knew he regretted his actions,

otherwise, he wouldn't have gone to

Such doing things so out of

character for him.

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But some mistakes can't be undone. Like water spilled on the ground can't be gathered up again.

"Conrad, there's nothing you need to do because nothing you do will make a difference," I said calmly.

"Heh," Conrad scoffed. "So this is it, huh? A death sentence. An execution, right?"

I didn't respond because that was exactly what I was doing.

"Fine, fine," Conrad nodded, then turned his gaze away, his hand subtly wiping his eyes.

He cried? My heart clenched...

"Stop the car!" Conrad snapped.

I slammed on the brakes, and the car screeched to a stop. He opened the door and walked away without looking back.

I sat there watching as Conrad took

off his jacket, swinging it over his

shoulder, and kicked at the air in

frustration, walking further and further away.

In that moment, I realized - Conrad and me? We were through for real.

Haley must have been getting impatient, not seeing me or getting a response to her messages, so she called me.

My mind was a mess, and I just

hung up on her, only for her to feelBelongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

Felicia, Justo

me again: I

talk, no hard feelings. I'll wait for you.

Her last message sure felt like she was pressuring me, kinda threatening.

Like I give a damn. Let her wait, it had nothing to do with me.