Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 155

Chapter 155 Idris Clueless? 

Ensio chimed in, business–like, “Mrs. Young was holed up in Hartfield for a good stretch. Heard from Alex that she caught Lucas’s eye and he had her stick around for a bit. But how she got out? That’s a mystery. Hartfield’s like a fortress, and hey, we’re talking five years back. No leads.” 

I pulled my hand back, spun on my heel, and walked away, my mind racing. Why was Idris digging up ancient history? 

He was not just snooping into my past, but Moore’s too. 

Was it because Alex showed up that he smelled a rat? Maybe he was trying to piece together his 

hunch, or… 

I caught my breath and shook off the thoughts. That stuff from five years ago was water under the bridge. Whatever Idris dug up now would not matter. Even if he figured out I was his savior back then, his bond with Moore was not just for show. When push comes to shove, would he really turn his back on Moore? 

“Yvette.” The voice cut through my thoughts, and I blinked, coming back to reality to find Moore standing there. 

Her baby bump was hard to miss now, and by the looks of it, she would be a mom in a few months. She was rocking a baggy trench coat that mostly hid her rounded belly. She’d kept herself up well her skin and figure were still on point. At a glance, she was as stunning as ever. 

I met her gaze, my own steady, and asked, “What’s up?” 

She stared me down, no love lost in her eyes, “Are you the one spreading that trash online?” 

I bit my l*p, offering no denial, and quirked an eyebrow. “Trash? I was under the impression they were facts.” 

Sweety’s piece was biting, sure, but it was all facts. Why was Moore pretending it was all cheap lies? 

Her face was a stormy shade of gray, fists clenched at her sides. She bit her l*p, and after what felt like forever, she cracked a smile, challenging me with her gaze. “So what if it’s true? You think Iddy’s gonna buy any of that? To him, it’s just your way of throwing shade. You really think all this is gonna make him hate me? Yvette, save your breath. You’ll never get the bond between me and Iddy, not in a million years. My advice? Since you’re all set to divorce him, just grab your stuff and back off. Stop hanging around, and quit dreaming there’s anything left for you with him.” 

Her in–your–face attitude made me squint, and I leaned back against the wall casually. “And your point is?” 

She scrunched her brows, confused. “My point?” 

I did not even want to waste my breath on her, but she had come looking for me, and I had a whole lot of steam to blow off. She had walked right into it, so she was gonna get it. 

I gave her a chilly smirk. “So, why should you care if I split with Idris or not? You really think if I walk away, he’s gonna run to you? Moore, don’t tell me you actually believe a guy would ditch a legit wife to marry a woman who’s got another dude’s baby on board?” 

She was speechless, eyes bulging with fury.