Facade of Love

Chapter 27 I Think I’m Sick

Idris held his phone as his dark eyes bored into me. He did not answer it. I had no clue what he was thinking, but Moore seemed determined to get through to him. If he did not pick up, she would

simply keep calling.

Finally, he could not resist any longer. He answered the call. I had no idea what was said on the other

end of the line.

He got out of bed, went to the closet, and emerged in different clothes. I lay in bed, silently watching him hurriedly grab his coat and head out.

I watched him leave in silence, all expectations in my heart crumbling. My heart was filled with bitterness and self–mockery.

As Idris reached the bedroom door, he seemed to remember that I was his wife. He paused, looked back at me, and said, “Moore’s scared of thunder. Sorry, I need to go to her. You should get some

rest.”

I did not respond. Anyway, he left too quickly to catch anything I might have wanted to say.

The thunder outside grew increasingly loud. I clutched the blanket tightly as the sound echoed through the empty bedroom, its reverberations lingering for a long time.

Moore was afraid of thunder, he said?

fears and could not bear to let her face

her.

all I would see were the severed limbs and mountains of corpses from my time in captivity. How could Idris not understand? Oh, I forgot. He would never understand. He could not see those things back then. Only

much. They made my entire b*dy ache. I reopened the previously–closed window and stood on the balcony, letting the cold wind and freezing

I had found over the last

knew I was sick. Terribly

pushed open again, I had already been

was Idris. He

punishing myself, his expression changed drastically. He strode toward me, his handsome face dark and violent, looking almost as

me back from the balcony and almost screamed, “Yvette, have you gone

I wanted to smile at him but could not muster the strength. I could only rasp,

pulled me into the bathroom without answering me, and unceremoniously twisted the

my clothes, I dodged him. My voice was hoarse as I

myself.”

He glared at me and sneered. “Is there anything of yours

I looked at him and said, “Can you leave? I want

bath.”

me. His deep, cold eyes almost devoured me. I could tell that my earlier self–harm had angered him.

when angry.

a cold glance before finally leaving

managed to regain some warmth in my b*dy. I stepped out of the