Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 295

Chapter 295 Argued Anyway 

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Chapter 295 Argued Anyway 

“Yeah,” I replied. “The doc said the snake venom’s all gone. It’s nothing serious, I just need a few days to bounce back. I’m thinking of heading to Lake City.” 

His deep eyes held a flicker of… something as he watched me. “Is it because of Charlie?” 

His words hit me like a drumbeat, stirring up a storm inside. He was cutting right to the heart  ́of it. I wanted to dodge the question, but why bother? Charlie’s condition got worse because of me. I owed him, and hiding my feelings did not make sense anymore. Additionally, Idris and I were done. He had helped me out, sure, but that did not mean I could not care about someone else. 

Thinking it over, I squared my shoulders and nodded. “Charlie’s in bad shape, and he’s all alone in Lake City. I want to be there, maybe help out.” Inch was out of the picture, and Charlie had said he had no one. It just would not be right to leave him all alone. 

“Do you care about him?” Idris’s voice cut through my thoughts, as straightforward as ever. 

I bit my lip and nodded honestly, meeting his gaze. “Got any more business in Lorrell, or are you coming back with me?” 

He just looked at me, silent as a stone. 

I could not make heads or tails of what he was thinking. I finished straightening up the bed and was about to head downstairs to meet my mom when Idris’s hand clamped around my 

wrist. 

His grip was startlingly strong, and I froze, thrown off balance. “What… what’s the matter?” I wanted to snap at him, but the memory of him rescuing me from the mountains melted my anger away. I could not stay mad at him. 

His fingers were locked around my wrist, and as he peered into my eyes, his gaze was dark and stormy. “Yvette, are you really going to fall for him after just two days?” 

I blinked, thrown off by his words. It took a second for his meaning to click, and my heart sank. Frowning, I shot back, “Idris, when did you get the right to boss me around?” 

His eyes narrowed, voice dropping to a whisper, “We’re not officially divorced yet, Yvette. You’re still my wife.” 

Realizing I had forgotten that little detail, I paused. We had signed the papers, but we had not made it official. 

Trying to keep my voice steady, I said, “Well, then, do me a favor and find the time to go with me to the local office to pick up our divorce certificate, will you?” 

His reaction was a mix of frustration and amusement. Squeezing my hand a bit too tightly, he retorted, “I’m not going!” His sudden stubbornness almost made me laugh; however, I managed to glare at him instead. “Idris, this is not a game. You’re the one who wanted this divorce. You can’t just change your mind on a whim.” He gave a slow nod. “You’re right, it is serious business. If we’re going to split, we need our parents‘ blessing. I was too quick to agree before.” I was speechless. Never had I met anyone who could change their mind so fast. 

With a frown and unable to shake him off, I feigned pain. “You’re hurting me! Let go.” 

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Thankfully, he had a shred of decency and released my wrist. His voice softened as he said, We rushed into this divorce decision. Give me some time to think it over, and let’s give our parents some time too, okay?” 

I bit my lip. Divorce was not something you put on pause–it was supposed to be final. If we were set on splitting, our parents could not really stop us. 

I did not want to argue about it anymore. I knew what he was up to. I could not help but confront him, “Idris, are you having second thoughts?” 

He paused, clearly caught off guard by my blunt question. Then he nodded, his gaze locking with mine. “Yeah, I never wanted to leave. The thought of divorcing you never crossed my mind.” 

I was taken aback. 

He was surprisingly upfront. 

A swirl of emotions tugged at my heart–discomfort, a lump in my throat, and a weird sense of happiness. I had not fully moved on. Watching him throw himself into danger to save me, showing up for me over and over–it would be a lie to say I was not touched. Yet the scars of past hurts were still all too clear. 

Breathing in deeply, I faced him. “Idris, I’ll be honest. I used to dream up all sorts of wonderful futures for us. But now, I can’t live on dreams like before. I’ve not forgotten the nice things you have done lately, and I’m thankful for it. I can’t just pretend everything is fine and keep going. About the divorce, I don’t know what you are thinking, but I’m done. Stay out of my life from now on, okay? Let’s just get the divorce papers and call it even–for all the years that went wrong. Deal?”