No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

The painting depicted a man and me, standing close together, both of us dressed for a special occasion. The man was in a sleek tuxedo, timeless and elegant, while I was adorned in a stunning bridal gown that seemed to capture the essence of love and commitment. My face was painted with a radiant smile, eyes sparkling with joy, a testament to the happiness that was supposed to be shared with the person standing beside me. It was supposed to be a portrait of my wedding day.

However, the man's facial features remained unfinished, leaving his identity a mystery. Was it Conrad, the man I was once set to marry, making this a gift from Dustin meant to celebrate our union? Or could the figure beside me in the portrait actually be Dustin himself? Deep down, I was leaning towards the latter.

The room was filled with various portraits of me, all crafted by Dustin's hand. If these weren't clear indicators of his feelings, I didn't know what were. Surrounded by his art, it became undeniable that Dustin's affection for me was far deeper and long-standing than I had ever imagined.

Sighing, I felt overwhelmed by the array of emotions depicted through the canvases. Being loved, especially by someone whose feelings you don't reciprocate, can sometimes feel suffocating.

With a heavy heart, I made a quick exit, regretting ever moving into this place and discovering Dustin's secret. Though, I doubted he knew about my intrusion. After all, I had cracked his password, something he probably never anticipated.

Escaping into self-denial, I hurried downstairs, just in time to see the housekeeper finishing up. She greeted me politely, saying, "Miss Felicia, is there anything else I can assist you with?"

"No, thank you," I replied, sitting down on the couch, my heart in disarray.

"Are you alright?" the housekeeper asked, noticing my discomfort.

I shook my head, and she pointed towards a room on the ground floor, "That's your room, Miss Felicia. You might want to rest a bit."

"I'll just sit here for a while," I responded.

The housekeeper left me alone with

my thoughts in the vast, unsettling silence of the villa. The idea of staying any longer was unbearable. but Conrad's instructions kept me from leaving hastily. I was about to call him when my phone rang. It was the person I had asked to locate Deborah.

"Did you find her?" I answered the call.

"Ms. Hudson, we did, but..." the voice trailed off.

I tensed, "But what? Where is she?"

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"She's stable, but her mental state is fragile. As for why, we're not sure."

I felt a knot in my chest and asked, "Can I speak to her family?"

"I'll see what I can do."

Soon, a somber voice of a middle-aged woman came through, "Hello."