No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

I stepped off the plane, my luggage still in tow, and made a beeline for the amusement park.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

Deborah was there, too. When she saw me, she wrapped me in a tight hug. "Felicia, you're finally back."

I patted her on the back. "Come on. Let's check out a few places first."

I had barely slept the previous night, and my mind was racing through what could go wrong.

Though I had suspicions about the construction crew and the lighting supplier, the odds of them messing up seemed slim. It was a big project, after all. They'd be in for more than a financial hit if the fault were theirs.

So, I racked my brain for other potential issues, but as a layperson, pinpointing the problem was tricky. That meant I needed to see things for myself. Switching lights on and off, comparing them to the design blueprints, I kept at it until 2 a.m.

"Felicia, you're like a storm gathering strength for a week before it hits," Deborah joked, visibly exhausted.

Had I been away for a week? I couldn't dwell on that. Deborah and I headed straight to the office, working through the night to document our findings. We planned to contact the construction and lighting teams and report to Conrad the next day.

He was already aware of the issue and was furious. Deborah had filled me in. She also mentioned we'd still face consequences regardless of how well we handled the situation.

Conrad's personal feelings toward me aside, his professionalism and strictness at work meant his reaction wasn't a surprise.

"Penalty or not, we've got to do this right," I affirmed, holding on to my principles.

It was 6 a.m. when Deborah and I wrapped up. She was so tired that she fell asleep on the desk.

My eyelids were heavy, too, yet I felt

wide awake for some reason. After a

quick face wash and a coffee, I

continued scrutinizing the issues had identified. If my hunch was correct, the problem lay in the lighting setup.

"Ms. Hudson, you're back!"

"Ms. Hudson, so early!"

As the workday started, colleagues began to trickle in. They greeted me warmly, yet there was a noticeable change in their gazes.

Deborah had told me that news of

my rocky marriage with Conrad was public knowledge within the company Being a part of the Wagner family, even without

officially being married to Conrad,

meant my private life was of interest

to others.

I'd never been one to care about gossip, facing their curious stares and whispered talks as if I saw nothing.

After all, everyone talks behind

someone's back, and everyone has been talked about. Everyone knew Conrad and I had broken up, and their curiosity was understandable.

I felt sleepy at 10 a.m. and went to the break room for another coffee. Just as I stepped out, Conrad appeared.

The intensity in his gaze was palpable, a mix of resentment and anger visible even through the distance.

"Mr. Wagner, good morning!" I greeted him as usual and walked past him with my coffee.

"Come to my office," Conrad said sternly, causing my hand to tremble slightly.

I took a deep breath. "Okay."