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, answering my question with

question.

about the scar. Taking

at me, and

moment, realizing he

from giving

1 The Ugly

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

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

end of the line.

I felt a twinge in my heart. As he hung up and prepared to leave, I could not

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

was obvious. He was

Bang!

and calmly watched his black car pull out of

yard.

person he cared about the most. All he

be enough to

business arrangement devoid of love. Our families both had their own goals, which eventually led to our

in his heart did not surprise me. After all, who could stop

first love of his was my sister,

and my

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

melodramatic, it was

Even though I knew he did not

the end of our mutually–beneficial marital life was

phone call. Not turning off my

suppressing the irritation that instinctively surged in me.

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