Facade of Love

Chapter 8 Car Accident

I froze for a few seconds before I snapped back to reality as my l*ps started to ache from his bites. I tried to push him away forcefully, but the inherent difference in strength between men and women quickly became apparent. My efforts were futile in the face of his.

“Idris, aren’t you disgusted?” I struggled, my voice a little hoarse.

My words seemed to have an effect on him. He stopped, his thin l*ps slightly swollen and irresistibly S**y. He stared at me silently, his black eyes unwavering.

I met his gaze, took a deep breath, and asked, “Is this how you treat Moore when you’re with her? Forcing yourself her when you can’t win an argument?”

“Disgusted?” He looked at me, his face darkening in a frightening way. Ignoring my discomfort, he lifted the hem of my shirt. His large hands were caressing the ugly scar on my abdomen. He looked at me mockingly and sneered. “Yes, it’s pretty disgusting.”

I felt as if I had been struck by lightning and rooted to the spot. His words were like a punch to the gut, leaving me breathless. Some people could utterly destroy you with just one sentence.

He knew my Achilles‘ heel, and his strike hit the mark.

Yes, I had also been extremely disgusted by this hideous scar on my abdomen. This scar reminded me

all the time about how stupid and ignorant I was when I was eighteen years old.

“Ha…” I wanted to laugh but could not. Facing the stern man before me, I opened my mouth but found myself speechless.

I did not have the strength to look at him anymore, nor did I want to hear his mockery. I pushed him

away.

I could not tell if it was my imagination or not, he seemed somewhat flustered as he

hear the rest of his sentence because I fled from

In the bedroom.

in bed, feeling dazed and powerless. How had I survived those six

memories were so lethal that even

bathroom. I turned on the shower, and let the cold water wash over my numb b*dy, gradually allowing my senses

nightmares haunted

by the doorbell downstairs. I had slept poorly, and

I staggered to the door and

and the bloodstains on him, I frowned,

anxious that his voice trembled. “Mr. Young got into a car accident. He’s being treated in the hospital now. Mrs. Young, please come with me.”

car in a hurry, I could not help but ask, “What exactly

pray this morning. On the way back, they somehow got into an accident. Mr.

seven in the morning. The trip

Were they praying or going on a

sped down the streets, and

in the corridor,

arrived, people from the Young family also appeared. It was their

Zachary.

a moment and asked me, “Mrs. Young, what happened?