No More Waiting, She Chooses Love



I kept my eyes locked on Dustin. The moment he spoke, I knew what was up.

"Felicia," Dustin murmured my name, "don't overthink it."

Overthink?

I hadn't, not until he mentioned it. Now, the thought wouldn't leave me alone. "Mom and Dad know too, right?!"

My question sounded more like a confirmation.

They'd raised me for years; of course, they knew my blood type.

"Felicia, when they took you into the Wagner household, they assumed responsibility for you. Knowing these details is just part of that, nothing wrong," Dustin tried his best to explain.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

Sure, they knew about my rare blood type, the same as Conrad's. Nothing wrong with that.

But they never mentioned it, which felt off.

"Felicia, why aren't you speaking? Please, don't jump to conclusions. My parents love you like their own. They wouldn't think poorly of you," Dustin continued, his sincerity evident.

Yet, the phrase 'the lady doth protest too much' came to mind.

I was grown, not a child anymore. "Dustin, I hadn't overthought it until you started explaining... now I am."

I emphasized the last bit.

Dustin's expression faltered. "Felicia..."

"Dustin, help me pack, will you?" I didn't believe Dustin had bad intentions, but what he said really got my mind racing.

Once a seed of doubt is planted, it grows.

While Dustin packed for me, my mind wandered to my arranged marriage with Conrad.

Before the accident, my parents had teased about arranging a marriage for me. I'd insisted all I wanted was them.

I'd hugged them, vowing to never marry just to stay with them.

That conversation ended there until the Wagners took me in. It was Herschel and Jacqueline who. mentioned Conrad as my intended, claiming it was a promise made by my parents.

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Did my parents arrange this knowing Conrad and I shared the same rare blood type? Were they hoping to keep us together in case one needed a life-saving donor?

Or were Herschel and Jacqueline the ones who, upon discovering my unique blood type, fabricated this engagement to ensure I'd always be by Conrad's side-as his potential lifesaver?

I wasn't trying to think the worst of them, but the coincidence of Conrad and me, both with rare blood types, nearly ending up married seemed too convenient.

And no one in the Wagner family had mentioned it, despite Dustin knowing.

If they were innocent, they could've simply told me.

"Felicia, Felicia..." Dustin called out, pulling me from my thoughts.

I looked up to meet his worried gaze. "Yeah?"

"What's on your mind? You seem so lost," he asked.

I cleared my throat, feeling it all scratchy. "It's nothing. So, what's up?"

"I've packed everything. Is there anything else you need or want to take?" His voice was soft.

I glanced around. "No, that's everything."