Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 454

Ash nodded.

I did not even glance at Liam as I headed straight for the parking lot.

Sweety caught my sleeve as I passed her.

I stopped, eyebrows knitting together, not too pleased. "Yeah? What do you want?"

She was biting her lip, looking pale. Maybe it was the pregnancy. Her voice came out raspy. "I heard you went to the border. When did you get back?"

"I haven't been back long," I said, my voice coming out more stiff than I intended.

She bit her lip, her hand resting softly on her stomach. "I'm pregnant with Liam's baby. He's sorting out his divorce with Emily right now. We'll probably have our wedding soon. Are you gonna come?"

I yanked my sleeve out of her grip and gave her a stern look. A sardonic laugh escaped me. "Really, Sweety? Are you proud of breaking up a family and playing the homewrecker? You might not have any shame, but I sure do. Why on earth would you think I'd show up to your wedding?"

My words might have cut too deep. She went pale, her eyes narrowing at me. "Enough, Yvette! I thought we were friends—that's why I invited you. If you don't want to come, it’s fine by me."

Something sparked in her eyes, and she sneered at me. "All I'm doing is chasing my own happiness. As for you, I heard Idris is marrying someone new. That girl's cozying up to Mrs. Scott, calling her godmother. Looks like you're losing your mom and your man to someone else. Is this the 'dignity' you wanted to keep? We were friends once, so here's a friendly tip: Alice isn't as easy to handle as Moore was."

"Thanks for the heads-up," I said, stepping back and giving her an icy stare. "Let's drop the 'friends' act, Sweety. We haven't been friends for ages. And a word of advice? Don't get too cocky. The prize you're fighting so hard for might just turn out to be a fantasy."

She shrugged off my words with a scoff and strutted off toward Liam.

I got back in the car, and after a bit, Ash climbed in, her cheeks red with what looked like pent-up frustration. I fired up the engine and said, "Let's head back to the old manor, shall we?"

She nodded, her voice taking a break before she finally let out, "Do grown-ups always change their minds like this?"

Her question caught me off guard, and I found myself speechless, resting on the steering wheel as I pondered for a bit before replying, "Maybe. You'll probably get it once you're older."

She wrapped her arms around herself, craning her neck to take in the blur of the world outside the car window, and grumbled, "Adults always tell kids about staying in school, being nice, sticking to the rules, and being good people. However, then they go and break their promises, doing whatever they want."

Her words struck me.