No More Waiting, She Chooses Love



"Collins really has a heart of stone," Henrik released me, his tone dripping with sympathy.

I turned to look at him, then suddenly, a wave of indescribable anger and hatred burst forth from within me. I grabbed something nearby and hurled it at him, "Now you see, I'm not his woman, you jerk, you piece of..."

I rarely swore like that, hurling insult after insult, until I didn't even know who I was cursing anymore.

But it seemed that was the only way to vent the overwhelming feelings of injustice and sorrow inside me.

Henrik didn't dodge; he just let me lash out.

Eventually, when my hands had no strength left, and I couldn't move, I just curled up, motionless.

Henrik left, and the moment he shut the door, I heard someone outside ask him, "Can this girl hook Ernest?"

As the door closed, Henrik's reply was cut off.

The room was silent again, just me alone. The hysteria had drained all my energy, even my brain felt oxygen-deprived, buzzing...

I just sat there, staring blankly, my mind a mess, yet blank.

I don't know how long I was lost in thought when the door opened again. It was a maid coming in, holding my clothes, "Here are your clothes, princess. They're clean now."

I blinked, confused, "Why did you wash my clothes?"

"Because Mr. Henrik insists on cleanliness. He doesn't let anyone wear outside clothes in his house," the maid explained, making me glance at the pajamas I was wearing.

"So, you changed my clothes?"

She nodded, "Of course."

I breathed a sigh of relief. The maid had already placed the clothes beside me before going to clean up the mess around the room.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Once the maid left and the room

was tidy, my thoughts began to

clear. picked up my phone and

unleashed a torrent of messages to Ernest.

"Ernest, you jerk, you claimed to love me, yet you're off flirting with another woman. You're just a scoundrel."

"I thought you were a good man, but you're just as greedy for wealth and beauty."

"It was you who changed, wanted to break up, yet you blame me. I didn't realize you were this devious."

"Ernest, this is all your fault. If anything happens to me, I swear I'll haunt you."

I kept sending, pouring out all my hatred.

After about a dozen messages, Ernest finally responded, his typing indicator flashing.

I stared at the screen, soon reading the message that came through: "This is Ernest's fiancée, Yolande. He's done with you. Please stop messaging."

Seeing this, my whole body trembled. Were Ernest and Yolande already so close?

So close that she could freely read his messages and even respond to me.

Staring at the screen, I suddenly threw my phone against the wall.

With a loud crash, the phone lay on the floor, its screen shattered.

Looking at the broken phone, I felt a pang of regret, then shouted, "I want to leave, let me out."

Soon, the maid came back, glanced

at my phone picked it up, and placed it on the table, "The beautiful princess, Mr. Henrik wants you to

accompany him to a football game. He'll send you home after the game."