Facade of Love

Chapter 296 Is Maxwell Digging Up the Past?

I did not want to fight, did not want to end things on a sour note, so I laid it all out, calm and clear.

Idris‘ handsome face flickered with emotion, trying hard to keep it in check. After a moment of silence, he finally spoke. “Do you really hate me that much?”

I shook my head. “No, I don’t hate you. I just need a fresh start. Too much has happened, and I need time to sort it all out. I can’t keep living in a fog like I used to.”

He bit his lip, staying quiet for what felt like forever.

I was not sure if he really heard what I was saying, but I took a deep breath and spilled it all out. “I’ve been hung up on something that happened five years ago, and I never really stopped to think if it is what I wanted. Marrying you was all about the Scott Corporation, doing it for my dad. However, I then figured you were a decent guy, and life with you was not so bad. Moore showed up subsequently and turned everything upside down. I never asked myself what I wanted. At first, I wanted a divorce because I was mad at how you treated me, but now, it’s different. I need some space to figure out what I want for myself.” I finished and looked at him, my eyes steady and open.

He must have taken my words to heart because he went quiet for a long time. Finally, he met my gaze and asked, “If we go through with the divorce, will you still meet with me?”

His question caught me off guard, and I could not help but let out a laugh. “Have I ever avoided you?” I asked.

He hesitated, then nodded and said, “Okay.”

for him to say more, but that was it. Just ‘okay,‘ and

drop the subject

Probably because she knew he had saved me once.

we left

to the lobby and offered, “I

no when he quickly added, “If you’d rather not ride

seemed pointless,

us outside, and as soon as he

correct him, but I let it go. Talking to Ensio was like talking to a wall. In the car, Mom dialed up Maxwell to tell him to meet us at the

voice filled the car, “Aunt Deb, I can’t make it back with you guys just yet. I have

with worry, “What’s going on? Is it bad?”

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you to fret over. Alice and I are planning to make another

told me things were off. I blurted out, “But the mountain’s off–limits,