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.

I had only known about Idris and Moore from the get–go, or if I had been firmer, maybe,

child still sent a sharp pang through me.

and

City had turned chilly, and night was falling faster these days. By

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

dreamed of a simple, happy life with

bitter, self–deprecating laugh. I was such

soft, feminine voice called out from behind me. I snapped out of my

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

sleek black coat, towered over Moore with his tall, striking figure,

to play the audience to their picture–perfect scene. I

turned to

struck by a sudden thought, she spun around and said to

challenging look my way as she spoke. She was clearly

territory.

me chuckle. It was obvious Idris had set her up close by, probably