Facade of Love

Chapter 119 Divorce Agreement

Mom looked taken aback and hesitated, but she nodded. “I did. But Yvette, are you sure about divorcing Idris? He’s been like a shadow outside your hospital room, knowing you’re giving him the cold shoulder. He even sent Liam to check in on you every day. Yvette, about that night…”

I cut her off, my voice steady as a rock. “Mom, it’s history. I’ve made up my mind. There’s a whole lot of my life ahead of me, and I’m not about to walk down the same painful path again and again. Plus, you and Dad always said we can’t live in yesterday’s shadow. We’ve got to keep our eyes on the

horizon‘

Mom let out a heavy sigh and gave a small nod. “Okay, I’ll give you the lawyer’s number. I’ve already filled him in about you and Idris. He’s got a draft of the divorce papers ready. Just meet up with him to hammer out the details.”

I just nodded in response.

There was plenty of time, so I reached out to Dad’s old lawyer with the info Mom had given me and set up a meeting.

Drafting a divorce agreement was not rocket science. I was not after anything from Idris or his family, the Youngs. I just wanted out. Once Idris signed on the dotted line, we would be done no more

husband and wife.

After the meeting, clutching the draft agreement, I felt a hump in my throat. It was more than that–I was struck by the bitter irony of it all. People just were not decisive enough, and that was why they ended up getting hurt over and over.

if I had been firmer, maybe, just maybe, that poor kid would still be

the child still sent a

and drove

faster these days. By the

a place I had called home for two years. I knew every inch of it. When I first moved in, I dreamed of a future here with Idris–raising kids, setting up a swing set, and getting a

simple,

want to laugh–a bitter, self–deprecating laugh. I was such a fool, so naive, so utterly

out from behind me. I snapped out of my reverie and

fancy box that looked like it was

in a sleek black coat, towered over Moore with his tall, striking figure, making her look even more delicate

pair, but I was not in the mood to play the audience to their picture–perfect scene. I met Idris’s gaze and asked

guard but nodded. He turned to Moore

said to Idris, “Oh, the new house has a leak in the bathroom. Iddy, could you

way as she spoke.

territory.

did not take the bait, though the thought of their ‘new house‘ almost made me chuckle. It was obvious Idris had