No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 485

Tears blurred his figure I could see...

From the first moment I laid eyes on him, I've watched his back countless times. And now, that back is nothing to me.

My tears didn't last long. More than sadness, I felt a surge of anger.

Angry that Ernest, over a silly misunderstanding, decided to give up on us. Angry that he turned out to be just like any other guy, ready to ditch the person by his side the moment he tasted a bit of success.

If Ernest could so easily say it's over, then I, Felicia, wouldn't cling to him.

When Dustin and Conrad texted to check in on me, I had just soaked in a bath, ready to hit the sack.

They were both wondering how things were going with Ernest. But honestly, I didn't want to talk about it. Explaining would only lead to either their consolation or guilt, neither of which would change anything. Plus, it'd be a waste of energy.

So, I pretended I didn't see their messages, didn't reply to anyone... except for Fanny.

That girl, I swear, once she's got a man, she forgets her besties exist. She'd been off with Yates for days and only today decided to shoot me a message.

She didn't even know I nearly lost half my life over this mess.

"Yo, finally crawled out from your love nest? Remember there's a Felicia in this world?"

My message was dripping with sarcasm and annoyance.

Fanny instantly hit me up with a video call. As soon as I answered, I was greeted by her beaming face, "Didn't want to interrupt your cozy times with Mr. Collins."

"Oh, cut it out. You've been so wrapped up in your steamy rendezvous with Yates, you probably lost track of time," I teased.

Fanny quickly hushed me with a smug smile, "As long as we're on the same page. How've you been recently? Did you and Mr. Collins actually end up playing house?"

Leave it to a doctor to hit where it hurts. But I knew she didn't mean any harm; she was clueless about the Ernest situation.

"But," I countered, "now he's the golden boy of the Collins family, probably thinks I'm not good enough for him."

"He's been the underdog for thirty years, not the type to turn his back on someone over wealth," Fanny retorted, clearly in Ernest's corner.

I scoffed, "If it's neither this nor that, then why did he break up with me?"

Fanny shook her head. "How would I know? I'm not the psychic hotline. But one thing I'm sure of, he wouldn't dump you over his status or some trashy news," Fanny said, sounding pretty convinced of Ernest's character.

I looked up at the ceiling, saying, "But he did break up with me, no matter how I tried to explain."

"If he wants to break up, fine. Then you go ahead and flirt around with other guys in front of him, drive him mad," Fanny suggested, fiercely protective but still advocating for a bit of revenge.

"That's pretty low," I chuckled, "but you know he let me go thinking I had feelings for Conrad. If I start flirting now, what's he gonna think of me?"

"Let him think whatever he wants. You just have fun. Trust me, he'll regret it soon enough," Fanny said with conviction, always on my side but with a plan.