Facade of Love

Chapter 14 Carried Away

Sweetie shook her head, her face full of disbelief. “Yvette, I can’t believe you said those things just now. Usually, you wouldn’t let Moore get away with things so easily, let alone Idris. But you just left without doing anything and talked like you deserved it. This is so unlike you.”

I knew what she was getting at. I did resent Moore. If this was any other time, I would not let her off the hook so easily. I sighed softly, feeling a lump in my throat. “Sweety, I do want to make life difficult for Moore, but she’s pregnant with Idris‘ child. Even if I wanted to mess with them, the outcome would still be the same. Nothing would change.”

She looked at me, her eyes filled with compassion. “Yvette, you’ve fallen in love with Idris.”

I paused, instinctively wanting to rebut. “Don’t talk nonsense…

“Don’t deny it!” She cut me off. “We’ve been friends for over twenty years. I know you better than you

know yourself. If you didn’t love Idris, you wouldn’t care whether Moore was pregnant or not. You would’ve already turned her life upside down.”

I was at a loss for words. I couldn’t argue whether or not I loved Idris.

That night.

booked a VIP room at a club and even invited a few handsome young guys over, saying I could

shoulders and said, “What do you think? Aren’t

looked at her, unable to resist reminding her, “Darling, did you

does being a journalist have to do with having fun? Besides, you’re the star tonight. So, do you want all of

I was speechless. “No…”

the young men, she said, All of you stay and make

was how I was inexplicably surrounded by these young men. They toasted, sang, and played games with me. The room was loud, and all I could hear was, “Drink,

a bit tipsy. Alcohol had the power to alter the mind. Sweety egged me on, and before I knew it, I was toasting with her, saying, “Freedom

Love is overrated.”

men in the world, not just Idris Young. You’re from a good family, beautiful, and could easily find another man. Forget Idris! He’s not worth your love. Listen to your best friend, and forget about him.

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is just a fickle–minded dog. I would never fall

made us instinctively look toward the door. Under the flashing lights,

a moment, I thought I