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

my hand, his voice rough with

voice filled with a mix of fury and

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

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

splashing across his face and b*dy, but he stood his ground,

and Maxwell running. They

the kettle on the floor and Idris,

on me. His voice was a calm contrast to the

I tried to yank my hand away, but he

slightest. Seeing him stubbornly refusing to let go, I grabbed a paring knife from the counter and stabbed it into the back of his

pierced

into action, pulling

not even wince, his dark eyes still on me, betraying no sign of pain.

looking at Idris’s bleeding hand. He yanked him up and

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 a moment to find

made up 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 to help me put together the divorce papers.