Chapter 16
Chapter 16
Chapter 16 He’s Gone Mad
Idris was angry, and so was I. I wanted to vent all the grievances that I had held back for so long.” Idris
Young, are you not clear on why I want to divorce you? Moore is pregnant. What do you expect me to d
o? Continue to turn a blind eye and play pretend with you? Or wait to be kicked out, shaming the Scotts novelbin
‘ family name in the process?”
I yelled at him, my chest hurting. Yes, I had fallen in love with him. It was a love that developed over a fr
agmented and difficult two years. Only I knew the pain of having to pull away now.
He paused for a moment, and his brows furrowed. “Moore’s pregnant?” There was surprise and shock i
n his eyes, and it took him a long time to regain his composure.
Did he not know Moore
was pregnant? However, I was only stunned for a moment. Moore would have told him sooner or later
anyway. I turned around, preparing to leave.
However, he grabbed my wrist. “Do you want to divorce me because Moore’s pregnant?”
I frowned and tried to shake off his hand, retorting, “Is that not reason enough for a divorce?”
“No!” He pulled me into his arms, his dark eyes fixed on me. He spoke in a low and restrained voice, ” If
it’s because of that, then listen carefully, Yvette. I won’t agree to a divorce. I’ll handle her situation and
give you a reasonable explanation.”
“How will you handle it?” I looked at him somewhat sarcastically. “Will you ask her to get an abortion?
Or will you start a little family with her on the side, where the three of you will live in secrecy?”
He frowned. “Yvette, can’t we have a proper conversation?”
I pushed him away. He never denied that the
child was his, which was enough to prove that there was no point in us continuing this relationship. I too
k a breath, looked at him, and said firmly, “Idris, I’ll definitely divorce you. I’m someone who’s obsessed
with keeping things clean, and I find all this business dirty. If Moore treasures you so much, then I don’t
want you anymore. I wish you guys happiness for the sake of your kid.”
“Yvette!” He gripped my hand, practically
growling my name. “Have I indulged you too much in the past two years?”
His grip hurt my wrist, and I felt suffocated. I looked into
his cold eyes and could not help but scoff.” Indulge? Mr. Young, you’re really something. We were neve
r more than a fake couple that slept together a few times. You’ve really taken your role as a husband to
o seriously. How laughable!”
The expression on
his face under the moonlight was becoming increasingly dark. I knew he was holding back his anger. W
ell, what did it matter? I did not care. I shook off his hand. All I wanted to do
was get off this mountain.
I had underestimated just how crazy and irrational an angered
man could become. Night in the mountains was a lethal cold, and it shook my heart. I could not describ
e Idris‘ madness, but I felt a
certain chill in my heart. I never knew he could be this kind of person.
The next day.
By the time I had regained consciousness, it was already the next morning. My clothes were back on, a
nd I had an extra layer: the custom–made black suit Idris had worn last night.
I looked around and found myself in a stone cave with a pile of dimly lit firewood in front of me. The loc
ation was windproof, and the fire kept it warm.
I did not see Idris around, so I got up and walked out of the cave. That was when I saw the sunrise on
the other side of the mountain. Its golden rays slowly rose
above the mist between countless peaks, painting half the sky yellow. The scene was so beautiful it felt
surreal.
Idris sat on a rock at the top of the mountain, a cigarette pinched between his prominent knuckles. He was not smoking it, but merely letting it burn to ashes.
Probably aware of my gaze, he turned his head to face me. His handsome face was as inscrutable as e
ver. Then, he patted the spot beside him and said, “I’m sorry.”