Facade of Love

Chapter 104

Chapter 104 If She Wants to Die, I’ll Make It Happen!

1 stared at Moore, feeling completely numb, and with a rough tug, I pulled her hands off me and stepped back. The explanation I wanted to give was choked

back.

“A baby? Is Miss Scott expecting?”

Whispers began to spread as someone finally noticed the slight bulge beneath Moore’s damp clothes.

“Yeah, look at her belly. She must be at least three or four months along, right?” Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

“Whose baby is it, though? This is…”

“Who else’s could it be? The sisters are in a love triangle with the same man. This is…”

Gossip swirled around us, and through her tears, Moore’s eyes gleamed with a hint of victory.

Wow. When she said I would lose everything before she fell into the water, this was what she meant.

I had totally underestimated her.

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“Charles, please escort Ms. Scott to the greenhouse to get changed!” Madam Young commanded, her voice booming with a barely contained fury.

“Right away!” Charles bobbed his head eagerly, scooping Moore from Idris’s embrace and whisking her off.

Once Moore was out of sight, Madam Young’s gaze hardened on Idris. “Iddy, you need to get back to your room and into some dry clothes too. It’s freezing out here, and we can’t have you getting sick.”

With her piece said, Madam Young shot me a sharp look, her eyebrows knitted in concern or perhaps annoyance, before she turned on her heel and strode away.

Mr. Zachary had already shooed the nosy guests away, leaving the pavilion in a sudden quiet.

idris stayed put, his silence heavy, his eyes locked on me.

“Why?” His voice broke the silence, his eyes dark and deep, sending a shiver

own may spine.

meeting his gaze. “The thing with the kid, I can explain

“Explain?” He let out a bitter chuckle, his eyes glinting with scorn. “Is that why you were so keen to get rid of the baby and divorce me? To be free of me? Or is this just another game to you?”

I felt a lump in my throat, my heart pounding. “Idris, me wanting a divorce has nothing to do with the baby. I’m truly sorry for lying about being pregnant.”

“Sorry?” His laugh was cold as ice. “You’ve gone to great lengths to fool me, Yvette. She’s pregnant, for heaven’s sake. Do you have any idea how dangerous it is for a pregnant woman to fall into water? You could have killed them both. Did that even

cross your mind?”

I faced his rage, my voice barely a whisper, “I never pushed her.‘

“Yvette, are you trying to make a fool out of me?” he exploded, his eyes dark with disappointment and repulsion. “Lies, violence… what won’t you stoop to, Yvette?

Frozen in place, I stared back at him, feeling like the world’s biggest joke. Just thirty minutes earlier, I was bubbling with excitement to share the news of my pregnancy, to tell him I was ready to fight for our marriage.

Now, I could only watch as everything crumbled.

I had become the villain in our story.

A bitter laugh escaped me as I looked up at him, my eyes fiery with unshed tears.” Sure, I’m capable of anything. If you’re so convinced I’m out to ruin her, to take two lives in one fell swoop, then so be it!

With those words, I stormed out of the pavilion and dashed toward the greenhouse. Moore, freshly dressed by her nanny, looked up in surprise as I barged in. Her face twisted into a sneer, ready to taunt me. “Yvette…”

I did not let her get a word out. I grabbed her wrist in a vice–like grip and yanked her from the greenhouse, dragging her to the well in the Youngs‘ garden. Without hesitation, I grabbed her hair and plunged her headfirst into the water.

The well, usually brimming and meant to bring good vibes to the garden, became the scene of our struggle.

“Ah… cough…” Moore’s voice was ragged as she fought against the water and my Iron grip.

punbed down harder, channeling all my pent–up rage into keeping her

bmerged. At that moment, all I wanted to do was to unleash the storm inside

Moore, you’re into the whole water–choking thing? Fine, I’ll play along. You’ve been going around saying I’m after you and your kid’s lives, right? Well, I can’t disappoint you now, can I? You’re looking

for a tragic end for both mother and child? Consider it done!”

There was a dark side in everyone, a venomous snake coiled up in the shadows of our hearts, ready to strike if provoked.

“Yvette!” I was gripping Moore’s hand tight when suddenly, a massive force

ripped it away. I was shoved so hard that, caught off guard, I stumbled and crashed to the ground.