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.

it?” He put out his cigarette in the ashtray, answering

question.

the scar. Taking a deep breath, I replied truthfully, “Four or

at me, and subtly frowned. “What about the

for a moment, realizing he

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1 The Ugly

not give me a chance to explain further. His phone, which he had left on the bed, started ringing. He recognized

be right there.” His voice softened as he responded to whatever was

end of the line.

in my heart. As he hung up and prepared to leave, I could not help but ask, “Will you

forearm. He looked back at me upon hearing my question, his expression somewhat heavy. He maintained his usual poise as he dismissed me. “Don’t wait up. Get to bed

hint was obvious. He was not coming

Bang!

I stood on the balcony and calmly watched

yard.

Moore, the person he cared about the most. All he needed

would be enough to make anyone

of love. Our families both had their own

someone else in his heart did not surprise me. After all, who could stop themselves from

was that this first love of his was

and my

running into them embracing

melodramatic, it was

had been a qualified husband for the first two years of marriage. Even though I knew he did not love

current situation, it seemed like the end of our mutually–beneficial marital life

the middle of the night, I was awakened by a phone call. Not turning off

phone, suppressing the irritation that instinctively surged

came from the other end of the line. “Iddy, I’m in