No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

"Ah!" The sensation of falling sent a scream tearing through my throat.

"Felicia!" I heard someone call out. It had to be Conrad because Ernest only ever calls me Licia.

Then came a splash, and for a moment, I thought I had hit the water.

But I wasn't wet; instead, the sound of thrashing water filled my ears.

Opening my eyes, I realized I was still hanging above, but Conrad had plunged into the water, wrestling with an alligator.

So, in that instant of danger, Conrad had thrown caution to the wind to save me, while Ernest had not.

My heart, already cold, felt another layer of ice form over it.

Brown had mentioned his alligators hadn't been fed in days, making them more aggressive. Watching Conrad struggle desperately against them, I was terrified and tears streamed down my face.

But I was powerless, my only actions were cursing at Brown and shouting for Conrad, "Conrad, Conrad..."

"See, girl, now you know who really loves you," Brown jeered, watching the scene unfold with amusement.

"Brown, let him go! I know who put you up to this. Tell them if anything happens to Conrad, I'll be the next one feeding those alligators," I roared.

Brown paused, his laughter stopping, but he made no move to intervene.

Ernest just stood there, motionless. Desperate, I turned to him, "Ernest, please, save Conrad. Do it now."

Brown mocked again, "If he goes in, he'll just end up another meal. Seems like you prefer the company of those in the water."

At this point, his provocation didn't matter.

If Ernest loved me, he would've

jumped in after me. But he didn't et

move, and I could clearly see I an

alligator latch ontorm.

With that bite, Conrad couldn't fend off the other alligators. It was only a matter of time before they tore him apart.

"Ernest, please, save him. I'm begging you," I pleaded with Ernest.

But he remained indifferent, a coldness I had witnessed time and again.NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

I couldn't beg any longer, only cry helplessly.

"It's time to spice things up for Mr. Collins," Brown said, whistling. Suddenly, Yolande was dropped from above. Ernest sprang into action...

My heart had been broken by him many times, but never like this, never so utterly shattered.

Before, when I was the one in danger, he hadn't moved.

Even after I begged him to save Conrad, he hadn't stirred.

But for Yolande, he leapt without hesitation. His body jumped, but it was my feelings for him that plunged into an abyss.

I couldn't bear to watch. In that

moment, found unprecedented

strength, desperately trying to break

free from the rope that held me. I wasn't trying to feed the alligators; I wanted to save Conrad.

But the rope wouldn't budge. In my desperation, I shouted at Brown, only to then hear the fight below Looking down, I saw Yolande and Ernest attacking the alligato that had Conrad.

They hadn't left him to die after all. Maybe they had some humanity left.

Brown's laughter faded as he watched the scene, even patting the enormous creature beside him, murmuring, "Your turn, darling."