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.

the get–go, or if I had been firmer, maybe, just maybe,

child still sent a sharp pang through me.

a deep breath and

night was falling faster these days. By the time I got to Clearwater, it was pitch

of it. When I first moved in, I dreamed of a future here with Idris–raising kids, setting up a

dreamed of a simple,

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

from behind me. I snapped out of my reverie

was carrying a fancy box that looked like it was filled with pastries–probably

towered over Moore with his tall, striking figure,

but I was not in the mood to play the audience

nodded. He turned to Moore and said, “Head back, and be

Then, as if struck by a sudden thought, she spun around and said to Idris, “Oh, the new house has a leak in the bathroom. Iddy, could

flashed a challenging look my way

territory.

their ‘new house‘ almost made me chuckle. It was obvious Idris had set her up