The scar

“Did you just call my wife a whore?”

That question echoed in their minds. Their expressions of shock and astonishment were so intense in response to that question. They had been continuously making fun of their master's wife.

Amira suppressed her pride so Andrea would not notice it. She is careful not to give the impression that she was pleased by his arrival.

“Can't you speak?” His eyebrows furrowed as he inquired.

“She…I had no idea she was thought..” She stuttered a lot, and Amira noticed a different side of Andrea that sent chills down her spine. Was he really that cold when he got angry?

Before long, Brenda and Kate walked in, looking pretty scared. It was unexpected to see Amira in the kitchen, which caught them off guard.

"We apologize, boss, but we didn't.." Kate brought it up, but Andrea shot her a glare.

“Take Amira to her room, right now!” he said, and out of fear, Brenda held a confused Amira there. Amira could not help but feel more curious about what he was planning to do with them.

“Why?” She asked, getting ready to stand her ground.

“Amira, I really can’t deal with your tantrums right now. Take her to her room.”

She was taken to her room without any questions asked. Amira glanced at the two women as they met her gaze.

“I get that you probably have a ton of questions swirling around, but no need to stress. The boss would just have a chat with them." Kira responded with a smile.

"You are right, I have a lot of questions. What and why was he so angry? I loved how those ladies were taught a lesson about not keeping their mouths shut."

"Amira, you might freak out if I told you what he was going to do to them. So I can honestly say that he would punish them." Kira came to a conclusion.

Suddenly, there was a scream, and then there was a gunshot. With a look of pure terror on her face, Amira collapsed to the floor at the sound of it.

“What was that?” Her body trembled as she screamed. The sound of a gunshot was one of the most terrifying things she had ever heard, and she despised it.

Brenda and Kira were taken aback by her reaction. Brenda was just a little startled, but Kira was used to the noise. Her expression was completely devoid of any sign of fear, shock, or surprise.

“Who got shot? Tell me!” With her PTSD intensifying, Amira lost her composure and screamed.

Kira exchanged glances with Brenda as she pressed her lips together, unsure of how to explain to Amira about the man she had married without further confusing her.

"Well, that is the boss's method of disciplining—I mentioned that before." Kira spoke up.

“By shooting at them? Don't tell me, did he kill them?”

Amira was terrified and angry, and she was afraid of guns and other weapons.

"Not really; he shoots but does not kill them. Mistress, it is not my place to inform you about your husband. He is not a kind man; his attitude changed after he married you." Kira responded to her questions.

This did not make sense to her. Who was the real Andrea Martini? Who, in his normal capacity, does that?

"Please, I would like to be alone; could you leave me?" She inquired, but Kira and Brenda looked at each other, unwilling to part.

“But…”

"Please, if you think I will take advantage of this opportunity to go missing, I will not put myself through that."

Both of them took deep breaths and exited the room, leaving Amira to her doubts and thoughts.

The sound of the gun brought back a flood of memories. In her vivid memory, she recalled how, during their arguments, her father would point the gun at anything that moved, and how, due to a single errant bullet, she ended up in the hospital.

With her gaze fixed on her wedding ring, Amira rose to her feet and lifted her head to look out the window. Suddenly, she became irritated as the door squeaked open.

"Remember I mentioned the need for some personal space... "

As her wrath erupted, she was taken aback to see her husband, thean, standing at her door.

“I would give you that, but not now!” His eyes were icy as he murmured. Amira observed the man silently as his mood shifted like a chameleon's skin.

While he gazed aimlessly around her room, she had no idea why he had shown up.

"Show me your scars," he whispered, fixing his intense stare on hers.

Amira was taken aback; she opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

"You really believe that I will not find out? Why do you keep them hidden?” He inquired once more, appearing lifeless in her eyes. His expression started to frighten her. A darker version of the man who had teased her is now staring back at her.

“I….I….don't know what you're talking about.” Her gaze slipped to the window as she stammered.

"Of course you understand." In response, Andrea strode over to her and firmly grasped her arm.

“Stop! You're hurting me!” Furious, Amira screamed as she struggled to free her arm from his.

In spite of her cries, he reached into his pocket and removed a white napkin, which he used to wipe her arm. Upon witnessing his actions, Amira's pupils enlarged.

“Please let go!” Andrea persevered in wiping her hand with the napkin despite her struggles; however, there were no cuts on her skin.

“You see, no scars. Now let go!” Still yelling, she pulled Andrea's hand, but Andrea was not persuaded. Quickly grabbing her other hand, he gently but firmly wiped it off.

As she watches him do that, Amira finds it difficult to breathe. That he had known was a mystery to her. But the idea of him having sex with her while she was unconscious struck her.

“Oh no...” she whispered, trying to pull her arm away, but he was as strong as ever, holding her hand firmly while he wiped, as if his life depended on it.

Then a scar showed up, and it was really noticeable.

Amira saw this, and tears started streaming down her face. She really did not like that people had to see her scars.

“Who did this to you?”