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 them alone. He would go to her to

her.

I 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

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

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

I was sick. Terribly

already been frozen stiff from

was Idris. He

punishing myself, his expression changed drastically. He strode toward

balcony and almost screamed, “Yvette,

wanted to smile at him but could not muster the

were bloodshot. He roughly pulled me into the bathroom without answering me, and unceremoniously

dodged him. My voice was hoarse as I said, “I can do

myself.”

me and sneered. “Is there anything of

a little. I looked at him

bath.”

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

when angry.

gave me a cold glance before finally leaving

I stepped