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…”

but she was just too irritating. I could

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

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

did not return home until one in the morning. 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

at the entrance

the tablet in my hand, I responded softly,

me. He glanced at the

down the tablet and glanced at him out of the corner

“The house is yours too. You

decorate it.‘

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wristwatch and

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

pay much attention to the decor. However, Moore had irked me today, so I wanted to change everything up just

the sound of running water coming from the bathroom, so he was probably taking a

and lay down,

after, Idris came out of the bathroom. He had always maintained a

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

made him look a little rugged, giving him a

he looked at me.

I said, “Huh?”