Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 103

Chapter 103 She’s Been Lying to You All Along! 

With that, Moore collapsed into Idris’s arms, crying so hard it would melt 

anyone’s heart. 

Idris gently patted her back, his voice rough with emotion. “It’s okay, it’s okay. Don’t be scared.” 

The guests who had come to celebrate with the Youngs gathered around, drawn in by the ruckus. They watched in stunned silence as the two soaked figures embraced tightly. 

Meanwhile, whispers started to spread among the crowd. 

“Isn’t that the Scotts‘ eldest daughter? What’s she doing so close to the Youngs” heir? And why are they holding each other like that?” 

“Wait, isn’t that Mrs. Young still standing over there?” 

Idris could hear the whispers all around. He scooped up Moore, determined to get her out of there. 

As they walked past me, Moore’s grip on my arm was sudden and fierce, her eyes blazing with a mix of fury and desperation. She looked so lost, yet so defiant. 

Idris paused, his gaze falling on our clasped hands. His brow creased slightly.” Moore, let go,” he said firmly. 

Moore’s eyes, red and unyielding, locked onto mine. She was as stubborn as a kid refusing to budge. “No, I won’t!” 

Idris’s l*ps tightened as he tried to pull her hand off mine. 

She clung to me even harder. Just as Idris seemed about to free her grip, she turned to me and shouted, “Yvette, when will you stop lying to Iddy? You thought drowning me would work, didn’t you? Do you think you can keep up the lie forever?” 

Idris stopped cold, his expression growing more intense. 

He shot me a quick, searching look before turning back to Moore. “Keep up what Be?” he asked. 

eyes, now brimming with tears, nodded fiercely. “Yes, Iddy, Yvette’s been 

you the whole time. She was never pregnant. She’s been lying to you from 

startle 

ke a bombshell, rippling through the stu 

Idris’s face went blank, his dark eyes as deep as a well, fixed on me. “You weren’t pregnant?” he asked, his voice laced with disbelief. 

Facing his piercing stare, I felt a sharp pain in my chest, my fists clenched so tight they hurt. 

My throat felt scratchy, and suddenly, I could not find the words to speak. 

Moore’s voice cut through the air, sharp and accusing as she gripped my arm. Yvette, come on, tell him now that he’s right here. Are you pregnant or not? Is there a baby, his baby, inside you?” 

I stayed silent, and Moore’s laugh was like ice. “You can’t say it, can you? You won’t tell him the truth, that there’s no baby. How could you play Iddy like that, getting his hopes up for nothing? He’s been dreaming of being a dad, and you… you just lied.” 

I bit my l*p, fighting the ache in my chest, and shot Moore a frosty look. “Shut up, “I said, my voice low and steady. 

I turned to Idris, whose face was a storm cloud of emotion, and I started to 

I’m sorry, but…”