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?

remembered her fears and could not bear to let her face them alone. He

her.

did, 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 I

much. They made my entire b*dy ache. I reopened the previously–closed

relieved mental torment. This was the only method I had found over the last five years

knew I was sick.

was pushed open again, I had already been frozen stiff from the cold. Hearing the noise,

Idris. He had

changed drastically. He strode toward me, his handsome face

and almost screamed,

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

without answering me, and unceremoniously twisted the switch for the shower, letting the hot water pummel

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

myself.”

was probably angry by now. He glared at me and sneered. “Is there anything of yours I haven’t seen before? Why pretend to be

water warmed my b*dy a little. I looked at

bath.”

deep, cold eyes almost devoured me. I could tell that my earlier self–harm had angered him. Thankfully, he was well–mannered enough that he would never hit

when angry.

gave me a cold glance

I managed to regain some warmth in my b*dy. I stepped out of the bathroom to find another person in the bedroom–the Youngs‘ family