Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 261

Chapter 261 You’re really just a zero 

Moore looked like a shadow of her former self, all gaunt with dark circles that screamed of rough nights behind bars. The fire in her eyes when she saw me, however, was as fierce as ever. She glared across the table, and I bet if it were not there, she would have lunged at me, claws out. 

vette, to think you would end up like this. Talk about payback!” she cackled, her face twisted in a wild sneer. “An eye for an eye, right? I might be behind bars for a bit, but you? You’re looking at a lifetime of cold, hard floors and iron bars for what you did!” 

Her words were like poison, dripping with the conviction that I was Noah’s killer. 

I met her gaze, cool as ice, and said, “An eye for an eye? Sounds like you know the truth. So tell me, Moore, if that is the case, should you not be the one rotting away in here? You’re the one who killed Noah. Or did you forget?” 

“You’re spitting lies!” she exploded. “Yvette, you’re the killer. I saw you do it with my own two eyes. You cannot hide from this. Karma is coming for you!” 

She almost had me second–guessing–had I done it? Her outburst was so convincing that she could have fooled herself. 

I could not help but laugh, and she caught me in the act. 

Her smile vanished, replaced by a scowl as she bore into me with her eyes. “What’s so funny?” 

I leaned in, my voice dripping with feigned innocence. “Karma. Ever heard of it?” 

She froze, her face a mask of shock. I did not give her a chance to answer, however. “I’m a believer now. I was not before, but seeing you, Moore… When was the last time you dared to look at yourself in the mirror?” 

Her face, already worn and ghostly, contorted with anger. “What are you getting at, Yvette?” 

I kept my smile, locking eyes with her. “Moore, I bet Noah’s ghost is keeping you up at night, is he not? And your baby, almost ready to be born… You ended his life, and his father’s. Two souls. Tell me, Moore, do you ever sleep without nightmares?” 

“Shut your mouth!” Her eyes blazed with fury, a clear sign I had hit a nerve. “You have no right to judge me! Yvette, Noah was after you. You’re the killer, not me!” 

I let out a cold laugh, unfazed. “So what if it was me? You’ve been behind bars for weeks now, right? Spending every day hoping for Idris to visit, to save you? That’s the thing about people -they are so easy to break when they want something badly enough.” Even someone as cruel as Moore could not hide that truth. 

I could tell exactly what she was hoping for. However, I was not about to let her get her way. Her eyes were practically sparkling with anticipation. I could not help but let out a snide chuckle, despite this. I slowly slid the jade bracelet up my wrist, flaunting it. “Too bad you’re stuck in your little daydream. Since you’ve been locked up, he hasn’t spared you a second thought, not a single word. He’s been too busy showering me with attention, trying to make things right, and figuring out how to make me stay.”