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…”

just too irritating. I could not stop myself from getting up to push

I rubbed my temples, feeling a headache coming on. Life with Idris was becoming

day, I could not fall asleep that night. This was a prime example of how one could

had fought with me today, knowing her temper,

sl*ppers at the entrance

hand, I responded softly, “Slept too much

the man’s slender b*dy sat down next to me. He glanced at the tablet in my hand, his eyebrows slightly furrowing.

brushed against my ear, tickling me a little. I put down the tablet and glanced at him out of the corner of my eyes. “Do I have

yours too. You have the right to decide how

decorate it.‘

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

and decorated this house while he and Moore were passionately in love. How could he so easily agree to

the past two years, I had gotten comfortable living here, so I did not pay much attention to

not in the bedroom when I entered it, but there was the sound of running water coming from the bathroom, so he was probably

and lay down, starting to scroll through

bathroom. He had always maintained a

tied around his waist, all that could be seen were the well–built muscles

look a little rugged, giving

Probably sensing my gaze, he looked at me. Then, as he

I said, “Huh?”

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