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.

had only known about Idris and Moore from the get–go, or if I had been firmer, maybe, just maybe, that poor kid would still be here.

thought of the child still sent a sharp pang through me.

a deep breath and drove

chilly, and night was falling faster these days. By the time I got to Clearwater,

villa was dark and silent. I lingered in the yard, a place I had called home for two years. I knew every inch of it. When I first

dreamed of a simple,

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

behind me. I snapped out of my reverie and turned around to see Moore and Idris

fancy box that looked like it was filled with pastries–probably a treat from their recent shopping

decked out in a sleek black coat, towered over Moore with his tall, striking figure, making her

mood to play the audience to their picture–perfect scene. I met Idris’s gaze and

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

walk away. 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.

flashed a challenging look my way as she spoke. She was clearly

territory.

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