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…”

want to drive her out, but she was just too irritating. I could not stop myself from getting up to

a headache

asleep that night. This was a prime example of how one could mess up

Hearing the engine roar from the yard surprised me. Considering Moore had fought with me today, knowing her temper, it was probably not easy for her to allow Idris

his house sl*ppers at the

hand, I responded softly, “Slept too much during the

next to me. He glanced at the tablet

and glanced at him out of the corner of my eyes. “Do I have your permission for

yours too.

decorate it.‘

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at his wristwatch and stood up. “It’s late.

could not quite gauge his emotions. He bought and decorated this house while he and Moore were passionately in love. How could he so easily agree to redecorating it, erasing all traces of

living here, so I did not pay much attention to the decor. However, Moore had irked me today, so I wanted to

was the sound of running water

the bed and lay down, starting

bathroom. He had always maintained a

waist, all that could be seen were the well–built muscles of his torso. His

look a little rugged, giving

looking at the handsome man standing before me. Probably sensing my gaze, he looked at me. Then, as he walked

I said, “Huh?”