Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 211

Chapter 211 Lie down here 

Trapped in the past? 

I paused, my mind racing, unsure of what to say next. Was he really? 

Why? 

It was just a two–year sham of a marriage, so why was it so hard for him to let go? Was it because of the child we thought we would raise together, or maybe because I once saved his life, so he felt indebted to me? 

I took a deep breath, trying to find some peace within myself, and looked at him. “You’ll get past this. You’re amazing, and someday you’ll find someone you truly love. You’ll build a new life, and all this… it’ll just be a tiny chapter in the story of you. Maybe one day, it won’t even be worth bringing up.” 

I was not just saying it to make him feel better–I believed it. We were both young, with so much life ahead of us. We would find new people and start over. It was exciting, thinking about the future and falling for someone new. I knew he would find someone too, someone he would build a whole new world with. 

Then he looked at me, his gorgeous face twisting into a sneer. His grip on my shoulders tightened, and his voice was a low growl. “Not worth mentioning? You think our marriage was just… nothing?” 

His sudden intensity caught me off guard. I tried to step back, to get away from his grasp. The past is the past… Mmph!” 

His kiss came out of nowhere, fierce and overwhelming. I was pulled against him, his scent- alcohol and something uniquely him–filling my senses. I tried to push him off, to get some space, but he was not having it. He held me close, too close, and as I felt his tongue daringly explore, I thought about biting down and fighting back. However, before I could, he was kissing me deeper, and I was lost in the storm of it all. 

In the heat of the moment, it felt like he was sucking all the air out of my lungs. My mind went blank, and for a terrifying few seconds, I thought I was going to choke. Luckily, he was not completely heartless and gave me a chance to breathe. 

The moment I gulped down some fresh air, I shoved him away with all my might. 

Bang! 

I was stunned by the sounds and quickly looked over to see Idris clutching the back of his head, his face twisted in pain. 

I realized too late that I’d pushed him into the door frame. 

“Are you hurt…” I started to ask him. 

He looked at his hand, the one he had on his head, and now it was in front of his eyes, smeared with bright red blood. 

The sight of blood made me forget my anger for a second. “You’re bleeding! Let me see, I said, pulling him toward me. 

I did not wait for an answer and stood on my tiptoes to check his head, but before I could get a 

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good look, Idris, who was way taller than me, just collapsed onto me. 

“Whoa…” 

I almost toppled over but managed to catch myself against the wall. 

“Idris, what’s going on? You okay?” I tapped his shoulder, but got no answer, which really freaked me out. I quickly got him onto the bed to check his injury.