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

also knew that if that happened, our divorce would be put on hold indefinitely. He would not give up his feelings for Moore, nor his responsibility towards me and our child. The entanglement of the three of us would continue like

curse.

it, and the

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

stared at me, his gaze dark and brooding. After

think I should be so nice as

his heavy brows shadowed with coldness and weight. “My relationship with her is merely one of obligation. If Moore’s presence bothers you, I can send

to kick me out of the car. He never had

left me

Send Moore away?

regained my composure and replied indifferently, “Whether you send her away or not is your business. It doesn’t concem

eyes deep, a mix of helplessness and anger. After a while, he started the car and said, “Yvette, if you dare harm

what was the point of debating whether it hurt or not? Besides, Madam Young had only given me two months. Whether

the journey in silence, the car finally coming

Planned on