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Chapter 151 Meeting Sweety
With that, I stood up and headed for the elevator.
Idris was quick on my heels, a slight frown creasing his forehead as he stepped in front of
me,
Yvette……”
“Idris!” I blurted out, cutting him off mid–sentence.
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My face was an open book of disappointment as I looked up at him. “Moore dug her own
grave. I never went after her, and the only reason I did not end her was out of pity for her
unborn kid. If she’s getting torn apart online now, well, she brought it on herself. Idris, I
used to think you knew right from wrong, but it turns out you’re just like everyone else.”
I did not even glance at his stormy face as I kept going. “Hurry up and sign the divorce
papers, will you? I don’t want anything from you. If you really want to make things right,
just sign the papers quickly so we can go our separate ways and never bother each other
again.”
When it came to Moore, I knew Idris was spineless from the get–go. I paused, took a deep
breath, and locked eyes with him. “And just so you know, if you drag your feet on this
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Pregnant or not, about to give birth or not, I’ll make sure she pays for what she’s done.”
The elevator dinged open, and I stepped in without a second look at Idris and his gloomy
face. After everything that had happened, whatever I felt for Idris was pretty much gone.
Two years of marriage, but all we ever were was polite strangers. Now, any affection that
might have grown from our time together had been completely erased by one letdown
after another.
People were weird. They say the more time you spend with someone, the more you grow
to like them. It was not always about liking–it was about getting used to them.
Breaking a routine could really throw you off, mind and soul. Once you realized it was time
to change things up, you would convince yourself it was long overdue. Before you knew it,
you would have
moved on.
Stepping out of the hospital, I gulped down a breath of fresh air and dialed Sweety’s
number.
She picked up after a couple of rings, bubbling with excitement. “Hey there, stranger!
Been a while.
Miss me?”
I had not heard her call me that or sound so upbeat since… well, since before that
incident. A smile tugged at my l*ps. “Yeah, I missed you. Where are you? Wanna hang
out?”
“Totally!” She was quick to respond, her voice full of pep. “Let’s grab some tea. I’ll text
you the spot
and head over now.
She was all fired up, and after a quick ‘okay‘ from me, the line went dead.
I followed her text to a cozy little place, hopping out of the cab just in time to see her
waving from a
booth.
She was all smiles as I walked in. “Been busy?” she asked, sliding over to make room.
“Aunt Deb mentioned you’ve been up to your ears in work. Are you taking care of
yourself?”
Her words caught me off guard. “You’ve been talking to my mom?”
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She nodded, then, with a sly twist, asked, “Did you see the news today?”
I settled into the chair across from her, my face serious. “That article–did my mom put you
up to it?”
We had not really hung out or talked much since that article of hers hit the stands, full of
details only my mom could have given her.
She did not bother denying it, just poured me some water and glanced at my bandaged
hand. “What happened to your hand?”
“I got scalded,” I said, my eyes locked on hers.
She knew I was waiting for her to continue. With a weary sigh, she said, “Look, I get it.
You’re not into airing out your dirty laundry, but Aunt Deb and I–we just can’t let this go.
You’ve been through so much, especially five years back. If it weren’t for you being a
Scott, Mr. Scott and Aunt Deb would have drained their savings to cure you. If things had
gone differently, you might not even be here…” Her voice broke, and she struggled to hold
back tears.
She took a deep breath and went on, “Yvette, we didn’t see the horrors you faced at the
border, but we were there for the aftermath–the nightmares, the breakdowns. It still
breaks my heart. Moore wrecked you, and now that we’ve finally tracked down the guy
who snatched you, we can’t just let Moore off the hook. If we stand by and do nothing,
how can Aunt Deb and I live with ourselves?”
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