My secret relationship with my celebrity boyfriend had lasted for five years. He made the announcement, and I only found out about it from trending news. Since Robert Yeardley debuted, he had been linked to countless stars and influencers, but he only acknowledged Beth Southgate as his girlfriend. Before I could even confront him, Robert came barging into my office with his new girlfriend. In front of everyone, he slapped me just because I refused to perform breast augmentation surgery on Beth. He snapped, “Sofia Wardle, you’re just jealous of Beth. Look at that scar on your face. How dare you criticize others?” The burning pain on my cheek and the public humiliation made me lose all feelings for the man I had loved for five years. With tears in my eyes, I took off the engagement ring and threw it in Robert’s face. “Let’s break up!” I shouted. This time, I wasn’t turning back. When Robert broke into my office with Beth, my shift was ending. I was already frustrated, having just seen their relationship announcement on trending news. Now I was fed up. Robert didn’t even give me a heads-up. He just told me Beth needed breast surgery for her next role. I wanted to ask him about the trending news, but I didn’t want to affect his work. Suppressing my anger, I decided to wait until I could talk to him alone. I took a deep breath, put on my gloves, and stood up. “Ms. Southgate, please take a seat.” Robert shot me a glare and helped Beth sit down. As soon as my fingers touched Beth’s clothes, she screamed, “Ah. What are you doing? You hurt me.” Robert yanked me away and rushed to check on her. I was thrown off balance and bumped into the edge of the desk. My wrist swelled up instantly. I winced in pain and turned to see Robert’s tenderness and concern for Beth. It was something I hadn’t received for a long time. When we first got together, he would even fuss over me if I just coughed. “Sofia, you did that on purpose, didn’t you? Can’t you be more careful?” he spat. I held back the bitterness and continued with the examination. As soon as my hand contacted her breast, I sensed something wasn’t right. “Ms. Southgate, typically, breast augmentation surgery isn’t recommended to be repeated,” I said while removing my gloves. “It can lead to infection and even tissue growth.” Beth blushed, not daring to look me in the eye. “What do you mean? I don’t understand,” she said. “You must have just had an implant recently, right?” I asked. She was angry, but when she turned to look at Robert, her expression changed. She began to whine, “Robert, I didn’t. I don’t understand why she’s saying this about me.” Robert glared at me. “You’re lying. Beth’s are natural.” I knew he wouldn’t believe me, so I didn’t bother explaining further. “Sorry, maybe my skills aren’t up to par. You should find a better doctor,” I said. I grabbed my bag, ready to clock out for the day. “Sofia, stop!” Robert yelled, chasing after me. The door slammed loudly, attracting the attention of many patients and nurses. “Apologize to Beth.” He grabbed my arm, frowning at me. Beth, in her gloating joy, didn’t forget to stir the pot. “I’m a patient. I don’t know how I offended you. How could you judge me like that?” she accused. She dropped a few tears, and the people around us started whispering. Robert’s anger deepened. “Dr. Wardle, I think you must be jealous of other beautiful women because you’re ugly, right?” He smirked, reaching up to push my hair aside. The scar on my forehead was exposed. I flinched and quickly tried to adjust my hair. “Apologize to her,” he demanded. We had been together for five years. He knew exactly where my insecurities lay. But he was naïve to think he could insult my professional integrity like that. “Dream on!” I said, shaking off his hand. The sharp sound of a slap echoed through the hallway. The gossip around us went quiet. I stood there frozen, the sting of the slap ringing in my ears. I could almost hear Robert’s soft, comforting voice from five years ago. “Sofia, I’ll protect you forever.” He saw the red mark on my cheek and panicked a little. I looked at Beth and Robert. The unsuspecting crowd pointed their fingers at me. Annoyed, I took off the engagement ring and threw it in Robert’s face. “Let’s break up!” I shouted. Robert stood there, stunned. It was the first time in five years I had ever said those words to him. The crowd was growing, some even taking out their phones to record. Robert quickly grabbed Beth and fled through the fire exit. I felt warmth on my cheek and wiped the tears away.
After Robert entered the entertainment industry, he often had rumors and fake relationships with different actresses. At first, whenever such news came out, Robert would call me to explain the situation. Though I minded it, I endured it all to respect his work. But with my tolerance and understanding, Robert went further and further. There were flirtatious messages on his phone, lipstick, and stockings in the passenger seat, and then the announcement of his romantic relationship. And today, he brought Beth to my workplace and humiliated me. It was all because I exposed Beth’s lie about never having had surgery. These things had drained my love for Robert, destroying my trust and expectations. The next evening, Robert returned to our apartment. I had bought it with all my savings. I had chosen the place near the airport to make it convenient for him when he traveled. On the first day he moved in, he pointed to a large penthouse across the street and told me, “Sofia, one day, I’ll bring you to live there.” And today at noon, he swiped my card to buy Beth a handbag from Chanel. Robert had long gotten used to my patience and understanding. He looked too tired to give any explanation. “Sofia, help me grab a clean set of pajamas,” he ordered, going into the bathroom. It was as if the slap from yesterday had never happened. I remained seated on the sofa, watching him and Beth exchange glances at a press conference on the TV. When Robert finished his shower and saw there were no clothes on the rack, he shot me a glare and started rummaging through the wardrobe. Ten minutes later, he came out wearing mismatched old pajamas. He plopped down next to me without apologizing or trying to comfort me. Instead, he cast his phone to the screen to watch a game live stream. “Robert, I’ve canceled the extra card,” I said coldly. “From tomorrow, you’ll have to use your own money to buy gifts for your girlfriend.” Robert frowned. “What’s your problem now? That was just for show. Can’t you understand and support my work?” I laughed coldly, “I’m practically your nonexistent fiancée. Isn’t that enough? “I’m not causing trouble. We’re in the process of breaking up, so from now on, we’ll split the bills.” I clenched my fists, making up my mind. Robert wanted to argue, but his phone buzzed with a new message. I caught a glimpse of a voice message with the name “Babe” popping up on the screen. Undoubtedly, it was Beth. Robert got up and walked into the bathroom. “If you keep using breaking up as a threat, don’t blame me for the consequences.” I had invested five years of my youth and energy into him, giving him immense confidence. Just like before, he believed I would never leave him. Robert didn’t turn off the screen when replying to the message, and I saw he had converted Beth’s voice message into text. Beth: [How does it feel to rekindle an old love, Robert?] Robert: [She can’t compare to you. The moment you left, I started missing you.] Beth sent a kiss emoji, then added: [Dr. Wardle is still quite pretty. That’s probably why you’ve been with her for so long.] Robert: [Over time, I just got used to her. Now, every time I see the scar on her forehead, it makes me sick.] I watched in shock as Robert typed this smoothly and hit send without hesitation. I froze, my eyes fixed on the screen. The word “sick” stood out painfully. Tears instantly welled up in my eyes and slid down my cheeks. Another message came in. Beth: [My new pajamas just arrived. Robert, want to come help me unwrap them?] Robert, who had already typed “good”, suddenly paused, as if he remembered he hadn’t turned off the screen. He peeked his head out of the bathroom, but I had returned to the bedroom and lain down. He heaved a sigh of relief and quickly changed his clothes. Before leaving, he said to me, “There’s something with the crew. I’m going out for a bit.” Hearing the door close, I curled up on the bed and cried.
As Robert said, I had an ugly scar on my forehead. It was left by a human trafficker when I was trying to save a child. That scar made me the target of bullying by my peers, and it haunted me through puberty. Even after I became a top cosmetic surgeon, that scar never faded, just like the insecurities buried deep inside me. Robert was the first person to carefully hold my self-doubt. Six years ago, he was still unknown. He got disfigured in an explosion during a stunt scene. He was just like me when I was younger. Sensitive, suspicious, insecure, and always on edge. We were like two wounded beasts, licking each other’s wounds. I used everything I knew, not just to heal him, but to make his appearance even more captivating than before the injury. That surgery made me famous in the field of cosmetic surgery. I stayed with him through the long, anxious recovery period and revealed my scar to him. Robert said, “It’s a mark from a past life, guiding me to you in this one.” But now, he was attacking the fragile parts of my soul to please another woman. I felt cold all over, and my heart ached. Tears flowed uncontrollably all night, soaking half of my pillow. The next morning, I contacted a real estate agent, planning to sell the house. I showed up at the office with puffy eyes, only to find a large bouquet of purple bellflowers on my desk. They were my favorite flowers. I opened the card on the bouquet, and to my surprise, it was from Robert. He hadn’t sent me flowers in a long time. I bent down to smell them, and the fresh fragrance filled the air. At noon, Robert called me, asking me to have dinner with him that night. I almost refused, but I couldn’t resist his persistence. After finishing work early, I sat in the car, touching up my makeup. I layered a cushion foundation over my scar. By the time I reached the restaurant, Robert was already waiting at our table. He pulled out my chair and smiled at me. He said, “Sofia, it’s all your favorite food. “I was wrong the other day. I shouldn’t have hit you over something small. “And yesterday, I was so worn out from the promotion work, and I wasn’t nice to you. Please don’t be mad.” He placed the cut steak gently in front of me. I looked up at his gentle face. Just as I started to enjoy his tenderness, my reason snapped me back. “Are you trying to ask me for something?” I asked. Robert paused, caught off guard that I noticed he had an agenda. “No, I just wanted to make it up to you,” he said with an awkward smile. “Eat up.” After being together for five years, I could tell he was hiding something. “Just say it,” I said, putting down my knife and fork. “Well, Beth wants you to do a nose reconstruction surgery for her. It needs to be done before the shoot starts,” he replied. I sighed and gave a self-deprecating laugh. A heartless person would never change overnight. I must have some value again. “Beth is with the investors. You know how important that film is for me,” Robert added. He attentively poured me a glass of wine. His shirt sleeves pulled up, revealing a scar on his wrist. It was a shocking reminder of the wound he got two years ago when he jumped in front of me to protect me from a patient’s brother who attacked me with a knife. He had risked his life to protect me. We got engaged right after that accident. But now, I was nothing more than a fiancé in name, someone to be used and tossed aside when necessary. “Fine. Have her come for a consultation,” I relented. He smiled happily, but I felt bitter. “Robert, let’s break up,” I added, looking up at him. Robert froze. “What?” “I said, let’s break up. After I do the surgery for Beth, we’ll be even,” I replied. “Stop joking, Sofia. I’ve already apologized,” he said, starting to lose patience. He didn’t believe I was serious. I was about to tell him I had already listed the house with an agent when his phone rang. He answered the call and rushed out, leaving me to pay for the bill. The next day, I made time for Beth’s surgery. Beth came alone for the consultation, much more honest than the last time. She gave a full account of everything, including her eye corners, nose bridge, and all the fillers she had. The surgery went smoothly, and after a month of recovery, no one would be able to tell. After removing the stitches, Beth was satisfied with the results, and even Robert’s attitude toward me improved greatly. But none of this had anything to do with love or attachment. I thought I was finally clear with Robert. But one morning, I was woken up by a phone call. It was Jeff Whiting calling. He was a resident in our department, three years younger than me. We went to the same school. I picked up, and his anxious voice came through. “Sofia, where are you?” “I’m at home. What’s wrong?” I rubbed my sleepy eyes, confused. “Lock the door, close the curtains, and don’t go out,” he warned. I was puzzled and asked why, but he told me to do all that first and then check online. After hanging up, I opened my phone, and the screen was flooded with news about Beth’s disfigurement. A bad feeling hit me instantly, and I was wide awake. I sat up quickly, flipping through posts on various platforms. Beth’s nose had been ruined, and the media blamed it on me. I was shocked. Her surgery had been a success. I kept reading and soon realized that my background had been dug up. My name, education, address, and even a photo of me with a scar on my forehead had been posted. I gasped in shock. I rarely posted photos with my scar visible. The photo on the news was one only Robert had. I scrolled through the comments, and the public opinion was turning against me. [She must be jealous of Beth’s beauty.] [What a waste of her face! This is crazy.] [How could someone like her still be a doctor?] [Take her to court. Ugly people always cause trouble.] ***** Some even exposed other failed cases from my hospital’s plastic surgery department. Some were true, others fake. People even started spreading rumors, saying I was trying to get back at Robert’s girlfriend because I had feelings for him. It was clear that Beth was behind this campaign, but I couldn’t understand. Her nose had been fine after the stitches were removed. I looked at all the hateful comments, feeling dizzy. I stood up and splashed cold water on my face. After calming down, I dialed Robert’s number. Even if he didn’t care about our five-year relationship, at least he shouldn’t let me get caught in the middle of this public outrage. I called him ten times, but he didn’t answer. Panic surged through me. I started to feel like Robert might have either allowed or even participated in setting me up. Soon, I got a call from the hospital’s management. They wanted me to apologize to calm things down. “This isn’t my fault. The surgery went smoothly. The hospital’s records are clear,” I argued. “I know, but the public opinion is getting out of hand. If you apologize, it will reduce the negative impact,” said the caller. “Also, Dr. Wardle, the hospital might ask you to take a break for a while. Prepare yourself.” Before I could respond, the line went dead. I sank onto the sofa, staring at those comments. My eyes stung with tears. In all my years of work, I’d never been careless with a patient. Whether it was a small corner of the eye or a major burn reconstruction, I always gave my all to help patients regain their confidence, being as careful as possible with each surgery. But now, Robert and Beth had thrown dirt at me, nearly destroying the career I was so proud of. Robert finally returned my call. “Robert, what’s going on online?” I asked. “Sofia, I’m sorry. Can you please help me out?” Robert pleaded. “If you don’t, my career is over.” He then confessed everything to me. Beth had a wealthy backer who had been supporting her by investing in drama productions, helping her rise to fame. But behind his back, Beth was having an affair with Robert while also flirting with other male actors. Her backer found out and hit her, knocking her nose out of shape. She managed to appease him, but her damaged nose was too much to explain to the media. To shift the focus, Beth fabricated a story about my surgery failure and directed the online outrage toward me, hoping to use me as a scapegoat and boost her fame. Robert added, “Sofia, you’re just a regular person. You’ll only need to apologize in front of the cameras. “The internet has no memory. After a while, everyone will forget about it. It won’t affect you.” I listened to his nonsense and sneered. I asked, “Have you considered the consequences? This could ruin my career.” There was a long silence before he summoned up his courage. “It’s fine. If worse comes to worst, I’ll support you. “Please, help us. Or both my future and Beth’s are ruined. “You know how hard it was for me to get to where I am.” He sounded like it was easy for me to get there. He had torn away his mask, revealing his true colors. “Alright, I’ll do it,” I said. Robert thanked me profusely, but I hung up. The screen lit up, showing a prompt: [Do you want to save this call recording?]
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