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 in my chest. “Just go, and don’t

my hand, his voice rough with emotion.

voice filled with a mix of fury and

to my hand, enduring my outburst, his deep–set eyes locked on mine. and his voice still rough. “I’m not going anywhere. If you’re angry, go ahead

it at him, only realizing it was a hot water kettle as it was flying through the

not flinch, taking the full brunt of the impact. The kettle shattered, calding water splashing across his face

mother and Maxwell running. They were relleved

they froze at the sight of the kettle on the floor

His voice was

his scalded skin. I tried to yank my hand away,

Seeing him stubbornly refusing to let go, I grabbed a paring knife from the counter and

scream pierced the air.

action, pulling me back from the brink.

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

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

me alone with my thoughts. My mom watched me, her eyes wide with lingering fear.

divorce.” I stared at the now–vacant doorway, then turned to face her. “Can you