Facade of Love

Facade of Love

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Chapter 1 The Ugly Scar

“Ms. Yvette Scott, it’ll be impossible for this scar to completely heal. You probably had an inkling of how severe your injury was the moment when it happened. All we can do is make it fade. We can’t guarantee anything else.”

I could not help but recall the doctor’s words from the hospital this afternoon as I looked at the long scar marring my abdomen in the mirror.

Was there truly no way to completely erase this scar?

After a moment, I took some ointment from the drawer and applied it to my abdomen.

Squeak…

The bathroom door opened. Hearing the noise, I instinctively looked up and met Idris‘ stern gaze in the mirror. He was tall and slender, with a handsome and cold face.

Avoiding my gaze, his eyes fell on the grotesque scar on my abdomen. His handsome eyebrows furrowed slightly for merely a moment before he silently exited the bathroom.

I caught a fleeting look of surprise in his dark eyes when his eyes landed on the scar. He masked it

well, but it could not evade me.

We had been married for two years, and we did not sleep together much. Moreover, we would always turn off the lights before making love. Perhaps he had felt it before, but in the heat of the moment, he never paid it much attention. Today was the first time he had clearly seen the ugly scar.

I put the ointment back and left the bathroom.

My husband, Idris Young, was smoking on the balcony, the end of the cigarette in his hand flickering. Looking at his back, I placed an ashtray beside him. I took a shallow breath and said, “Sorry. I didn’t know you were returning tonight.”

If I had known, I would have locked the bathroom door to avoid what just happened.

his cigarette in the ashtray,

question.

the scar. Taking a

at me, and

a moment, realizing he had

from giving

1 The Ugly

which he had left on the bed, started ringing. He recognized his

as he responded to

end of the line.

heart. As he hung up and prepared to leave, I could not

hanging over his forearm. He looked back at me upon hearing my question, his expression somewhat heavy. He maintained his

He was not coming

Bang!

on the balcony and calmly watched his black car pull out

yard.

probably going to see Moore, the person he cared about the most. All

be enough

business arrangement devoid of love. Our

me. After all, who could stop themselves from yearning after their

was that this first love of his was my sister, Moore

and my

accidentally running into them embracing in my family yard,

was melodramatic,

Idris had been a qualified husband for the first two years of marriage. Even though I knew he did not love me, he took good care

the current situation, it seemed like the end of our

was awakened by a phone call. Not turning off my

answered the phone, suppressing the irritation that

soft female voice came from the other end of the line. “Iddy, I’m