Facade of Love

Chapter 3 Despicable

Moore’s pupils darted around the room before landing back on me in a panic. Then, she lowered her voice and asked angrily, “You and Iddy were on a call?”

I looked up at her, feigning innocence, and nodded. “Yes, I must’ve accidentally dialed him just before you arrived.”

“You…”

Seeing her flushed and angry face, my mood improved considerably. The call had not been disconnected, but the man on the other end was not saying anything. After quite some time, his subdued voice came through. “If it’s nothing important, I’ll hang up now.”

He had just listened to Moore’s plea for me to divorce him as if it was entertainment.

After I hung up, Moore glared at me. “Yvette Scott, you’re despicable.”

Despicable?

I looked at her and smiled. “Moore, do you not understand what the word ‘despicable‘ means? You’re standing in my house, and the man you just arrogantly told me to leave is my legally wedded

husband. How are you calling me despicable?”

“Yvette, Idris loves me!” She was really angry now. She glared at me, every fiber in her b*dy desperate to convince me that Idris loved her.

I nodded, not intending to refute her at all. Then, I pointed to the door and dropped my smile. “The door’s over there. Take your time as I won’t be seeing you out.”

It seemed she was still unwilling to give in as she glared at me. “Yvette, why are you so arrogant? If I hadn’t gotten married back then, what right would you have had to marry Iddy? You’re just a cold, silly monster. Iddy would never even spare you a second glance…”

was just too irritating. I could not stop myself from getting up to push her out of the

door, I rubbed my temples, feeling a headache coming on. Life

too much during the day, I could not fall asleep that

roar from the yard surprised me. Considering Moore had fought with me today, knowing her

you asleep?” Idris changed into his house sl*ppers at the entrance and hung his coat up on the rack

tablet in my hand, I responded softly,

the man’s slender b*dy sat down next to me. He

little. I put down the tablet and glanced at him out of the corner of my eyes. “Do I

house is yours too. You have

decorate it.‘

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wristwatch and stood

Moore were passionately in love. How could he so easily agree to redecorating it, erasing all traces of

much attention to the decor. However, Moore had

there was the sound of running water coming from the bathroom, so

the bed and lay down, starting to

bathroom. He had always maintained

be seen were the well–built muscles

him look a little rugged, giving

not resist looking at the handsome man standing before me. Probably sensing my gaze, he looked at me. Then, as he walked over,

I said, “Huh?”