An accident left my face burned and scarred. After that, every mirror disappeared from our home. Thank God my husband Marcus loved me. He’s a plastic surgeon, and he didn’t care that I was ugly now. But one day, I was scrolling through his phone and found a post he’d made on Reddit: “I love my wife, but she was disfigured in a fire and the damage is severe. Every night, I just can’t feel any desire for her. I want to find a beautiful mistress, but I feel so guilty. What should I do?” The top comment read: “Find a woman and give her plastic surgery to look like your wife did before the accident.” The most unbelievable part? My husband replied: “Thanks for the advice!” My mind went blank. I gently locked his phone screen and placed it back on the couch. I didn’t know what that post meant. After my disfigurement, he changed my bandages himself every morning. His fingers were so gentle, like he was afraid I might shatter. The meals he prepared always perfectly matched my taste. He would often hold my hand and say: “Don’t be scared. I promise I’ll design the best surgical plan and make you look like yourself again.” Now, looking at that post, was he planning to abandon me? Just then, Marcus walked out of the bedroom. He hugged me excitedly. “I’m taking you for a checkup tomorrow. Your surgery will start soon.” But I kept my expression calm. Not long ago, you were posting online about finding a replacement. Now you’ve changed your mind? I said flatly: “Plastic surgery is expensive. And there’s no guarantee I’ll look the same. Are you sure you want to do this?” Hearing my defeated tone, Marcus suddenly looked angry. “Elena, what’s wrong with you now?” “Don’t you trust me? I’m one of the best plastic surgeons around. I promise I’ll make you look exactly like you did before.” “Don’t worry about the money. Worst case, we’ll sell our condo and buy something smaller. We can still make it work.” Then I said coldly: “Wouldn’t it be easier to just get a beautiful new wife?” Marcus froze. Then he gripped my wrist tightly, his eyes filled with an almost insane obsession. “No. I don’t want anyone but you.” I wanted to ask him why he made that post. But I swallowed the words. The next day, I went to the hospital for the checkup. I overheard Marcus on the phone, arguing intensely with a woman. “Why aren’t you coming in for the surgery? Do you know how hard it is to get an appointment like this? People wait a year for slots like these.” “I’ve prepared the entire surgical plan. If you don’t show up, I’ll lose hundreds of thousands of dollars. Don’t think I won’t sue you.” The woman on the other end was crying, promising she’d come tomorrow afternoon. Then Marcus’s tone changed, becoming strangely tender. “I’m just kidding. I wouldn’t really sue you.” “I like you too much for that.” Those few words left me frozen. I waited until Marcus hung up before slowly walking out of the examination room. I pretended nothing was wrong. Marcus put his arm around my waist and kissed my forehead, smiling. “How did the checkup go?” He took the report from my hands. Inside, I felt worthless. I’m already this ugly, I thought. How long are you going to keep pretending to love me?
Marcus glanced at the report and smiled. “I’ll schedule everything as soon as possible. Within two weeks, we’ll have the surgery done.” I mumbled agreement and went home, my mind full of doubts. I lay in bed, unable to sleep. Why would Marcus do my surgery if he already had someone else? Maybe he wanted to appease me first, then find an excuse to divorce me later. After all, even the best plastic surgery couldn’t completely restore my beauty. Maybe I should just ask for a divorce. I wouldn’t make a scene. I didn’t want to be anyone’s burden. The next afternoon when Marcus went to work, curiosity drove me to follow him to the hospital. That’s when I saw her. A young woman, laughing and talking with Marcus. I stood there, stunned. The girl’s silhouette looked familiar. I felt like I’d seen her somewhere before, but I couldn’t remember where. She was bold. She wrapped her arms around Marcus and kissed him on the lips. Then he led her inside the hospital. I wanted to follow them, to see what this girl actually looked like. But someone grabbed my arm. I turned around. It was my mother. I froze. “Mom, what are you doing here?” My mother looked anxious and pulled me back. “Honey, come home with me. This isn’t what you think.” Tears filled my eyes. I felt completely betrayed. So my mother knew. She knew Marcus was cheating on me. “Mom, you’ve known about this all along, haven’t you?” My mother nodded and practically dragged me into a car, taking me to my parents’ house. My dad was inside, smoking, his eyes distant. When he saw me, he pulled me to the couch and said: “Your mother went to check on you today and saw you following Marcus. She called me to come home and talk to you.” I sat down on the couch. I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror, half my face wrapped in bandages, and I broke down crying. I pointed at my father through my tears. “I’m ugly now, so Marcus doesn’t love me anymore. You both knew he was cheating and you didn’t tell me. Is it because you think I’m worthless now? You think if I get divorced, I’ll just be a burden to you?” I could guess what they were thinking. They didn’t want me to get divorced. With my ruined face, finding someone else wouldn’t be easy. I sobbed: “Are you going to tell me it’s normal for men to fool around?” But my mother waved her hands frantically. “Honey, don’t think like that. Divorcing now wouldn’t help you at all.” “Marcus is a plastic surgeon. You still need him to fix your face. Once the surgery is done, if you really don’t want to stay with him, you can divorce him then. It’s not too late.” My dad exhaled a cloud of smoke and frowned. “Your mother’s right. We’re not trying to hide things from you. We’re thinking about what’s best for you. Be practical. Once your face is fixed, you can kick Marcus to the curb. We won’t stop you.” My anger started to fade. But… would Marcus really perform the surgery on me? Suddenly, I wasn’t sure anymore.
I clearly remembered that Reddit post Marcus made. He’d said his wife was disfigured, that surgery would be expensive with no guarantee of results. Better to find a beautiful woman and give her surgery to look like me instead. My head started spinning. I thought about yesterday, overhearing Marcus on the phone with that woman, talking about surgery. I couldn’t hear my parents’ words anymore. When I got home, I sat alone on the couch for hours, unable to sleep. Marcus came home after midnight. Seeing I was still awake, he hung his coat by the door and walked over, trying to put his arm around my waist. “Why are you still up? Is something bothering you?” I pushed his hand away. I couldn’t hold back anymore. “I’m so ugly now. How can you even stand to touch me?” Marcus looked stunned. He stared into my eyes, trying to read something there. “Don’t think like that. I told you, I’ll make you look exactly like you used to.” He thought I was having a breakdown over my disfigurement. I said again: “You’re still lying to me. What’s the point?” Marcus laughed awkwardly. His eyes shifted away and he stood up from the couch. “I’m not lying. I know you’re upset, but trust me. This month, I’ll do your surgery. I’ll make you look like yourself again.” I couldn’t take it anymore. “You’re still lying. How long are you going to keep this up? Why don’t you just find some beautiful woman and make her look like I used to? Find yourself a replacement.” Marcus suddenly went silent. He stared at me without saying a word. To me, his silence was guilt. I pressed him: “Why so quiet now? Isn’t that what you’ve been planning all along?” Marcus grabbed his coat, muttered “You’re crazy,” and walked out the door. But I couldn’t let it go. At dawn, I stationed myself outside the hospital and spotted that woman.
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