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.

put out his cigarette in the

question.

had asked about the scar. Taking a deep breath, I replied truthfully, “Four

glanced at me, and subtly frowned. “What about the

paused for a moment, realizing

from

1 The

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

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

end of the line.

he hung up and prepared to leave, I could not help but ask, “Will you be back by

question, his expression somewhat heavy.

He was not coming

Bang!

the balcony and calmly watched his black car pull out

yard.

he cared about the most. All he needed was a phone call, and he

enough to make anyone

marriage to Idris was a business arrangement devoid of love. Our families both had their own

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

that this first love of

and my

If it were not for her sudden divorce two months ago accidentally running into them embracing in my family

was melodramatic, it was

years of marriage. Even though I knew

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

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

answered the phone, suppressing the irritation that instinctively surged in

the other end of the line. “Iddy, I’m

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