Facade of Love

Child

I laughed, avoiding his gaze, and said nonchalantly, “I wouldn’t say I’m in a hurry. At least I’m not as brazen as you. Besides, I’m not the only one carrying your child. And for the record, I never intended to have this baby.”

The atmosphere in the car turned icy. I shivered, meeting Idris’s stormy gaze. It took a moment for me to realize how harsh my words had been, and my heart gave a guilty lurch

His gaze was a dark storm of restrained anger and hurt. He was a gentleman, though, and no matter how angry he was, he would not lay a hand on me, let alone harm me.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke. “You never intended to have this child?”

His gaze made my heart lurch again. His eyes were filled with disappointment and a shadowy hurt. For a moment, I thought I saw pain in his eyes.

Pain?

Was it for the unborn child, or

A sudden pang hit me. I knew that if I denied it, he would calmly take me out for a nice meal, even accompany me to check on the health of our unborn child, and perhaps even share in the anticipation of its arrival

our divorce would be put on hold indefinitely. He would not give up his feelings for Moore, nor his responsibility towards

curse.

and the

breath and began, “Idris, I never wanted to bear this child for you. I’ve made it clear that you. can only choose one child–mine or Moore’s. Once the Scott Corporation matter is settled, I’ll schedule a hospital visit for an abortion. You don’t need to worry about my grandmother. If you still value the two years we spent as husband and wife, respect my decision. I know you have the power to meddle in my affairs, but when it comes to terminating a pregnancy, I have many ways to

be so definitive. He just stared at me, his

“Isn’t one Moore enough? Idris, do you really think I should be so nice

fell silent, his heavy brows shadowed with coldness and weight. “My relationship with her is merely one of obligation. If Moore’s

to kick me out of the car. He never had to choose between me and Moore, Moore

words left me momentarily

Send Moore away?

my composure and replied indifferently, “Whether you send her away or not

while, he started the car and said, “Yvette, if you dare harm our child, I’ll make you wish you were dead.

nothing more than a figment of imagination, so what was the point of debating whether it hurt or not? Besides, Madam Young had only given me two months. Whether he genuinely cared for this child or it was just an overflow of some

the car finally coming to a halt beneath the towering Scott Corporation

Never Planned on Having This