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.

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

question.

the scar. Taking a deep breath, I

and subtly frowned. “What about the

a moment,

not…” from

The

which he had left on the bed, started ringing. He recognized his unique ringtone and immediately turned his head to pick

he responded to whatever was being said

end of the line.

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

at me upon hearing my question, his expression somewhat

was obvious. He

Bang!

and calmly watched his black car pull out

yard.

the most. All he needed was

would be enough to make anyone

Our families both had their own goals, which eventually

surprise me. After all, who could

this first love of his

and my

two months ago accidentally running into them embracing in my family yard, I would have had no idea that she and him had

was melodramatic,

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

it seemed like the end of our

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

suppressing the irritation

from the other end of