Exposing The Charade Of Deep Affection

e this scar. You know how bad this wound was. A

, I couldn’t help but remember that

dn’t be

alm from the drawer befor

p and met Walter Hinton’s sharp eyes in the mirro

deous scar. He frowned and lef

surprise in his eyes, t

ight off. He might have touched it before, but he couldn’t think too much of it as

o the drawer and walk

the dark. I watched his back for a while before putting an ashtray next to him

the bathroom door and he

icked ash into the ashtray lightly

he asked about the scar. I answere

ightly to look at me. He asked w

oon understood

he scar wasn’t

His phone rang. The ringtone was specially set. Walter

now what the person on the other end

pression ha

he was leaving, I couldn’t help but

tion. His face fell, but he still looked like a po

e wasn’t c

. I stood on the balcony and watc

, who was his true love. He would be th

vied

nsiderations, not love. We were married

out he loved another woman. Ev

t the person Walter lov

hs ago. I didn’t know she was Walter’s true love until I accidenta

tic and h

well. Although he didn’t love me, he took care

my happy days wer

ll at midnight. I should know

anger and pick

y voice. “Don’t be so h

s sh

lt

that it was A

ake. I checked the caller ID

t midnight to sha

ne and realized tha

hey wer

back to sleep

s in a b

ought it was time

question. “Hello, this is the River City

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