Facade of Love

Chapter 107 It’s Over

“Sorry… I did not realize…” Idris’s voice was a low rumble, thick with regret.

I kept my eyes shut, silent.

He held my hand, a little warmth in his touch, but I pulled away, dodging hist

grasp.

Maybe I was just being oversensitive, but I could swear he tensed up right then.

“Yvette,” he tried again, “we’ll have kids someday…”

My eyes shot open, a storm of anger and bitterness swirling inside, but I just stared at him, wordless. He looked like he had been through the wringer, his face. drawn, stubble shadowing his l*ps, looking all kinds of rough.

“Idris, you killed your own child!” I let the words out, staring him down, each one deliberate and heavy.

He just looked back at me, his dark eyes a whirlpool of pain and guilt, bloodshot and silent.

to the ache in my chest. “Just go,

hand, his voice rough with emotion.

yelled, my voice filled with a mix of

eyes locked on mine. and his voice still rough. “I’m not going anywhere. If you’re angry, go ahead

thing I could find and threw it at him, only realizing it was a hot water kettle as

not flinch, taking the full brunt of the impact. The kettle shattered, calding water splashing across his face and b*dy, but he stood

my mother and Maxwell running. They were relleved

but they froze at the sight of the kettle on the floor

voice was a calm contrast to the chaos. “Are

my heart still seething, ignoring his scalded skin. I tried to yank my hand away, but he

subsided in the slightest. Seeing him stubbornly refusing to let go, I grabbed a paring knife from the

Mom’s scream pierced

shocked into action, pulling me

even wince, his dark eyes still on me, betraying no sign of

hand. He yanked him

practically yanked out of the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts. My mom watched me,

now–vacant doorway, then turned to face her. “Can you get in touch with Dad’s old lawyer? I need him to help me put together the divorce papers.