Facade of Love

Chapter 166 The Questioning

Mistook me for her?

I frowned, my eyes shifting to Idris. What had he uncovered about that incident from five years ago?

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Moore’s voice was thick with unshed tears as she continued, “You promised to protect me for a lifetime. You said I could do anything and you’d be there. You told me your life was mine to command, that you’d always keep me safe. Idris, you never explained why you found me at the bottom of that cliff, why you decided to be kind to me. I just did what you wanted–I never lied to you.”

Idris stood there, his gaze steady and his face a mask of tranquility, revealing nothing.

Moore was a mess, tears streaming down her face as hurt and bitterness tangled within her.

For a long moment, Idris simply watched her, his expression unchanging, before his calm voice broke the silence. “What do you want?”

That question froze Moore in place. Disbelief flickered across her pretty face, quickly replaced by a bitter laugh at herself. She started laughing, a laugh that was more like a sob, as tears kept spilling

over.

Seeing her like this, I knew she had to be head over heels for Idris. Only real love could make someone

crumble over a few words that cut so deep.

her off as just another gold

under their

pain. With a single sentence, he made her feel like she was nothing.

Moore looked down, her voice raspy but eerily

he had run out of words. With that, he walked out

hospital room.

watched from the doorway, taking in the whole breakup drama, unmoved by Moore’s pitiful state. I

never been one for pity. In this world, what goes around

beginning of her payback.

reality. My wrist was caught in a firm grip,

being pulled out

was like a walking skyscraper – and after a few steps, I managed to wriggle my hand free from his. He did not seem to care

the elevator.

the emergency room doors, Liam and his wife were already there, looking anxious. Liam caught sight of us and after a brief pause, he asked, “Yvette, what in the world happened? Mr. Zachary

stranger. Did

head and blurted out, “How’s grandma?” He let out a heavy sigh. “Still in there, fighting.”

deep, dark eyes, looked at me, puzzled. “What’s going on?”

turning to the group and saying, “The dude had a mask and a hat

bridge of his nose, looking

have beef with anyone. And grandma’s so old – who’d want to