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.

my eyes again, took a shaky breath, and pressed a hand to the ache in my chest. “Just go, and

suddenly seized my hand, his voice rough with emotion. “Yvette, we…”

yelled, my voice filled with a mix

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 and hit me. You can even yell at me.”

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

brunt of the impact. The kettle shattered, calding water splashing across his face and b*dy, but he stood his ground, gripping

and Maxwell running. They were relleved to

the kettle on the floor and Idris, dining off his

his dark eyes still fixed on me. His voice was a calm

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

grabbed a paring knife

scream pierced

into action, pulling me back from

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

exclaimed, looking at Idris’s bleeding hand. He yanked him up and bellowed for a doctor.

thoughts. My mom watched me, her eyes wide with

I stared at the now–vacant doorway, then turned to face her. “Can you get in touch