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.

and pressed a hand to the ache in my chest. “Just go, and don’t come back. I can’t bear to see you.”

seized my hand, his voice rough with emotion. “Yvette,

my voice filled with a mix of

still rough. “I’m not going anywhere. If you’re angry, go ahead and hit me. You

boiled over. I grabbed the first thing I could find and threw it at him, only realizing it was a hot

calding water splashing across his face and b*dy, but he stood his ground, gripping my hand all the while, his gaze never

my mother and Maxwell running. They were relleved to find

but they froze at the sight of the kettle on the floor and Idris, dining off

eyes still fixed on me. His voice was a calm contrast to the chaos. “Are you

to yank my hand away,

stubbornly refusing to let go, I grabbed a paring knife from the counter and stabbed it into the

pierced the air.

action, pulling

wince, his dark eyes still on me,

lost their minds!” Maxwell exclaimed, looking at Idris’s bleeding hand. He yanked him up and

was practically yanked out of the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts. My mom watched me, her eyes wide with lingering fear. It took her

now–vacant doorway, then turned to face her. “Can you get in touch with Dad’s