Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 151

Chapter 151 Meeting Sweety 

With that, I stood up and headed for the elevator. 

Idris was quick on my heels, a slight frown creasing his forehead as he stepped in front of me, 

Yvette……” 

“Idris!” I blurted out, cutting him off mid–sentence. 

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My face was an open book of disappointment as I looked up at him. “Moore dug her own grave. I never went after her, and the only reason I did not end her was out of pity for her unborn kid. If she’s getting torn apart online now, well, she brought it on herself. Idris, I used to think you knew right from wrong, but it turns out you’re just like everyone else.” 

I did not even glance at his stormy face as I kept going. “Hurry up and sign the divorce papers, will you? I don’t want anything from you. If you really want to make things right, just sign the papers quickly so we can go our separate ways and never bother each other again.” 

When it came to Moore, I knew Idris was spineless from the get–go. I paused, took a deep breath, and locked eyes with him. “And just so you know, if you drag your feet on this divorce, I won’t hold back. You know I don’t let things slide, especially when I’m ticked off. Pregnant or not, about to give birth or not, I’ll make sure she pays for what she’s done.” 

The elevator dinged open, and I stepped in without a second look at Idris and his gloomy face. After everything that had happened, whatever I felt for Idris was pretty much gone. 

Two years of marriage, but all we ever were was polite strangers. Now, any affection that might have grown from our time together had been completely erased by one letdown after another. 

People were weird. They say the more time you spend with someone, the more you grow to like them. It was not always about liking–it was about getting used to them. 

Breaking a routine could really throw you off, mind and soul. Once you realized it was time to change things up, you would convince yourself it was long overdue. Before you knew it, you would have 

moved on. 

Stepping out of the hospital, I gulped down a breath of fresh air and dialed Sweety’s number. 

She picked up after a couple of rings, bubbling with excitement. “Hey there, stranger! Been a while. 

Miss me?” 

I had not heard her call me that or sound so upbeat since… well, since before that incident. A smile tugged at my l*ps. “Yeah, I missed you. Where are you? Wanna hang out?” 

“Totally!” She was quick to respond, her voice full of pep. “Let’s grab some tea. I’ll text you the spot 

and head over now. 

She was all fired up, and after a quick ‘okay‘ from me, the line went dead. 

I followed her text to a cozy little place, hopping out of the cab just in time to see her waving from a 

booth. 

She was all smiles as I walked in. “Been busy?” she asked, sliding over to make room. “Aunt Deb mentioned you’ve been up to your ears in work. Are you taking care of yourself?” 

Her words caught me off guard. “You’ve been talking to my mom?”