No More Waiting, She Chooses Love



Huh?! I was utterly shocked.

Pregnant?! Where did that come from?

Ernest was so close to me, close enough that I could once again catch the crisp and invigorating scent that was uniquely his.

This scent that belonged only to him made my breath catch, and a slight ache began to spread across my chest...

It was only at this moment I realized that the aftereffect of being apart from him was like the cider in a midnight bar, already fermented...

It was just my stubbornness that kept me pressing down the sour discomfort, even managing a smile as I looked at him, "What are you talking about? Has Mr. Collins taken up sleepwalking and hysteria?"

Ernest's jaw clenched tight as he demanded, "Answer me."

He clearly wanted a definitive answer from me.

That would be a no.

I was definitely not pregnant, I was clear on that. But why would he suddenly think I was?

Had he heard something, or did I give him that impression somehow? Or was he suddenly afraid that I was pregnant, worrying it would affect something?

By the end, my heart was rolling with anger again. I was actually curious to see what his choice would be if he knew I was pregnant.

"What if I said yes?" I found myself holding my breath as the words left my mouth.

Ernest's eyes narrowed instantly, and then he stepped even closer. "You're not lying to me?"

I didn't answer, and his hand had already grabbed my shoulder, "Why are you drinking if you're pregnant? Why didn't you tell me?"

I chose to ignore the first part of his question, thinking about how he went to Houston and didn't see me, how he misunderstood me and wouldn't

listen to my explanation, and even after listening, he still insisted on breaking up. I scoffed, "Did you ever give me a chance to explain?"

Ernest's face grew even colder, looking almost predatory. I felt a pang of pain as he gripped my shoulder tighter, I struggled, trying to pull away, but he held on, "We're going to the hospital."

My heart sank at his words, a wave of despair engulfed me, leaving me momentarily speechless.

"Felicia," Ernest called out more sternly when I didn't move.

He used to call me Licia, and now he addressed me so formally, so coldly.

Ernest's rigidity wasn't just physical; it extended to his emotions too.

When he loved me, he could give me all the tenderness in the world. Now that he didn't want me, all I got was his indifference and estrangement.

I took a deep breath, then another, before finding my voice again, "What for? To get rid of it?"

Ernest frowned, "What?"

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I pushed him away with one hand, "Ernest, let me tell you, even if I really was pregnant, the baby would be mine, and nobody else has the right to decide its fate."

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Ernest's expression shifted through several changes, "You're not pregnant?"

Thinking about all the little things he and his friend Grant had been up to these past days, my anger burst forth, "What does it matter to you whether I'm pregnant or not, Ernest? We're over, that's what you said."

"And another thing, if we're broken up, why all these games? Iron supplements, breakfast, what's this all about, pity or stabbing me before offering a Band-Aid?"

Ernest didn't say a word, his expression turning incredibly grim.

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"Ernest, we're done. From now on, you're you and I'm me, and nothing about me is your concern anymore." I yelled, feeling an emptiness in my chest as if it had been hollowed out.

It was just a few months' relationship with this man, and yet his ability to hurt me was no less than Conrad's.

It turns out that love, as long as it's genuine, doesn't care about the length of time; it's equally sharp when it wounds.

I briskly opened the door, stepped inside, and shut it behind me.

Leaning against the door, tears streamed down my face...

Before tonight, even though Ernest and I had broken up, I always felt it was just a lovers' quarrel.

But now, I truly realized we were broken up, thoroughly so.