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?

could not bear to let her face them

her.

not afraid of thunder? Ever since coming back from the border five years ago, I had never dared to close my eyes on a stormy night. The moment I did, all I would see were the severed

I was sleeping tonight. The cruel memories and my current heartache were too much. They made my entire b*dy ache. I reopened the previously–closed window and

the only method I had found over the last five years to

was sick. Terribly

been frozen stiff from the cold. Hearing

Idris. He had

toward me, his handsome face dark and violent, looking almost as if

balcony and almost screamed, “Yvette, have you gone

looked at him, my face frozen, unable to show any expression. I wanted to smile at him

answering me, and unceremoniously twisted the switch for the shower, letting

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

myself.”

at me and sneered. “Is there anything of yours I haven’t seen before? Why pretend

b*dy a little. I looked at him and said, “Can you

bath.”

I could tell that my earlier self–harm had angered

when angry.

cold glance before finally leaving

I stepped