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.

He put out his cigarette in the ashtray,

question.

the first time he had asked about the scar. Taking a deep

at me, and subtly frowned. “What

for a moment, realizing he had

not…” from giving

The Ugly

a chance to explain further. His phone, which he had left on the bed, started ringing. He recognized his unique ringtone and immediately turned his head

softened as he responded to whatever was being

end of the line.

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

was hanging over his 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 early.”

was obvious. He was

Bang!

balcony and calmly

yard.

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

would be enough to make

was a business arrangement devoid of love. Our families both

did not surprise me. After all, who could

that this first love

and my

got married three years ago. If it were not for her sudden divorce two months ago accidentally running into them embracing in my family yard, I would

situation was melodramatic, it was

first two years of marriage. Even though I knew he did not love me, he

it seemed like the end of our mutually–beneficial marital life was

awakened by a phone call. Not turning

the irritation that instinctively

female voice came from the other end