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.

hand to the ache

voice rough with emotion. “Yvette,

Get out!” I yelled, my voice filled with a mix

outburst, his deep–set eyes locked on mine. and his voice still rough. “I’m not going anywhere. If you’re

find and threw it at him, only realizing it

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

mother and Maxwell running. They were relleved to find

on the floor and Idris, dining off

stayed put, his dark eyes still fixed on me. His voice was a calm contrast to the chaos. “Are

tried to yank my hand away, but he held on with an iron

rage had not subsided in the slightest. Seeing him stubbornly refusing to let go, I grabbed a paring knife from the counter and stabbed it into

pierced the air.

pulling me back from

did not even wince, his dark eyes still on me, betraying

Idris’s bleeding hand. He yanked him up and bellowed for a doctor.

mom watched me, her

my mind. I’m getting a divorce.” I stared at the now–vacant doorway, then turned to face her. “Can you get in touch with Dad’s old lawyer? I need him