No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

When Haley showed up at my workplace, I wasn't exactly taken aback. It was more the fact that she'd managed to locate my office rather than loitering around my apartment complex or waiting at my front door that surprised me.

What could she possibly want? It obviously revolved around Conrad.

But honestly, I was too drained to even engage in a conversation with her. I instructed someone to send her away, saying, "Tell her I'm not here.” Yet, when I left work, there she was, still waiting outside my office building.

“Director Hudson, she's been waiting for ages, didn't even touch the water we offered her. Plus, she's pregnant. If something happens to her here, that wouldn't be good," the receptionist warned me.

Haley was clearly playing hardball, forcing a confrontation in such a manner.

If I gave in now, she'd only continue this tactic.

"It's not our problem if she decides to wait," I said, brushing it off as I walked away.

"Felicia!" Haley called out, her voice booming across the busy evening rush, turning heads in our direction.

As I stopped, Felicia approached me, standing before me in a flowing white maternity dress, her baby bump prominently displayed and cheeks flushed, possibly from the effort of shouting my name.

"Why won't you see me?" she began, her voice laced with accusation.

Me, fearful?

I let out a mocking laugh. "I haven't stolen your man. There's nothing for me to fear... I simply don't want to see you."

Her eyes flickered, showing a soft side that almost made you feel sorry for her. "You're guilty."

Her words made me frown slightly.

"Felicia, why did you go behind my back to Rad? Why keep hovering around him even after you broke up?" Haley raised her voice, a departure from her usual soft-spoken demeanor.

Her shout had already drawn

attention and now a crowd had begun to form around us. Public spats, especially those concerning romantic entanglements, never failed to attract onlookers.

It was clear to me now; Haley was replicating a tactic she'd used before. Like the last time she'd caused a scene outside my office dragging Conrad into the mess and making sure everyone knew she was his darling.

What was her play this time, with Conrad not around?

I couldn't be sure, but one thing was clear: she aimed to smear my reputation.

Her few words had already stirred whispers and judgmental glances from the crowd.

I took a step closer, causing Felicia to visibly tense up.

Yet, she didn't back down, immediately assuming her signature damsel-in-distress facade.

"Felicia, please, stop chasing after Rad. For the sake of the baby I'm carrying," she pleaded, her hand caressing her belly.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

She was masterful in using her unborn child to her advantage, leveraging it to keep Conrad on a leash and now attempting to tarnish my reputation with it, pinning me as a homewrecker.

And with her theatrics, I could see the crowd's disdainful and accusatory looks directed at me.

If I were to guess, her next move

would be to feign a dramatic faint,

followed by an emergency call,

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leaving me defenseless against the narrative that I was the other woman, the destroyer of hero happiness.

But while this charade might hurt me, it surely wouldn't do her any favors either.