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.

took a shaky breath, and pressed a hand to the ache in my chest. “Just go, and don’t come back.

his voice rough with

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

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

over. I grabbed the first thing I could find and threw it

kettle shattered, calding water splashing across his face and b*dy, but he stood his

and Maxwell running. They were relleved to

the kettle on the

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

tried to yank my hand away, but he held

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

scream pierced

shocked into action, pulling me

still on me, betraying no sign of pain.

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

my thoughts. My mom watched me,

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