Husband’s long-lost love returned with a child. She had been gone for six years. For six years, he missed her. Five years ago, my face was scarred. He was the one who performed my reconstructive surgery. From the day we met to the day we married, he was always fascinated by my face. But he was indifferent to our daughter. Until I saw a woman in the hospital who looked just like me. I realized he always saw me as a substitute. I can accept not being loved, but I won’t accept love built on deceit. “Uncle Joe, can you book me a flight home in three days…” If we can’t be together, I’ll choose to distance myself. — On the other end of the phone, a very familiar voice came through. “Miss, you’re finally willing to come back!” “Mr. and Mrs. have been hoping for you every day. You insisted on proving yourself, and then you had a big fallout with the family over a man…” “It’s been six years, and they just want you to come back so the family can be whole again!” Hearing this, my nose tingled, and tears began to flow uncontrollably. “Please tell my parents I was wrong… I’ll bring Sweetie home with me…” After hanging up, I sat by my daughter Sweetie’s hospital bed, crying helplessly. I recalled the scene in the hospital lobby just now. Ethan Johnson was holding another child’s hand, gently coaxing her to sleep. Beside him sat a woman, leaning closely against him. They looked like a real family, making one envious. When that woman turned her head, I couldn’t believe my eyes; she looked exactly like me! I instantly felt a chill and steadied myself against the wall. So, I was always just her stand-in? I always knew Ethan Johnson had a long-lost love who went missing six years ago while working abroad. But I never knew her name or what she looked like. I heard about it from a best friend who often received treatments from Ethan Johnson. He never mentioned this other woman to me, so I never thought much of it. Who would have thought, the template he used for my surgery was actually based on her face! Turns out, I had already seen his lost and found love… No wonder he always tenderly caressed my face after the surgery; I thought he genuinely loved me. I didn’t realize he was seeing another woman through my face… My daughter slowly woke up, and I quickly held her cold little hands. She looked around and weakly asked, “Mom, didn’t Dad come?” Facing my daughter’s question, I didn’t know how to answer. I forced a smile, making an excuse for Ethan Johnson. “Dad’s busy with work and can’t come over, but Mom’s here with you.” Though my daughter seemed a bit disappointed, the look quickly faded. Her little face broke into a smile, comforting me instead: “It’s okay! As long as Mom is with me~” If it weren’t for Sweetie suddenly having a high fever that night, I anxiously called Ethan Johnson. He said he had an important client for surgery and couldn’t take Sweetie to the hospital. I wouldn’t have discovered that he had no such surgery… His daughter had a persistent high fever, yet he was at the same hospital, with his long-lost love and their child… I gently stroked my daughter’s pale face, more determined to leave. — Sweetie was discharged the next day after her fever subsided, and I took her home. I immediately contacted a lawyer to draft a divorce agreement. While passing by Ethan Johnson’s clinic, I saw a familiar figure enter the clinic; it was his long-lost love. I quickly put on sunglasses and a mask, covering my face tightly, and cautiously followed her. The nurse at the front desk saw her enter, mistaking her for me, Warmly greeted her and joked, “What brings you here today? Checking up on Brother Ethan?” She smiled politely but didn’t answer. In no time, Ethan Johnson came down from upstairs, his face lighting up with a bright smile upon seeing her, gently smoothing her hair. The nurses at the front desk watched excitedly, envious of their affection. “Why did you come suddenly?” Ethan Johnson asked. “Sunny wanted you to take her to the amusement park, so I came to ask if Dr. Johnson is available?” she replied. “Of course I am! Let me change clothes, wait for me in my office.” With that, she took Ethan Johnson’s arm, and they went upstairs together. The nurse at the front desk muttered, “Something seems off with her today.” Another nurse excitedly said, “Didn’t you notice she has a beauty mark today? Absolutely stunning!” “Indeed!” “Standing with our director, they truly are a perfect match!” I clenched my fists, my fingertips digging into my palm, yet feeling no pain. Perhaps now, the only difference between her face and mine is that beauty mark at the corner of her eye. Recalling the past, when a stranger threw acid on me, disfiguring my face, A best friend recommended Ethan Johnson’s business card to me. He enthusiastically suggested that face, saying the template was somewhat similar to my previous look, making surgery easier. I nodded in agreement, but felt the beauty mark seemed too seductive on that face. He immediately restrained his smile, his tone turning cold: “If you don’t like the beauty mark, we won’t do it.” My heart tightened, unsure what I said to upset him. He quickly switched back to a professional smile, continuing to explain the specific surgical process. So, that beauty mark became his long-lost love’s exclusive mark. Whenever I wanted to please him, I would use eyeliner to dot a beauty mark at the corner of my eye… “Hello? Are you here for a procedure?” The voice of the front desk girl pulled me back to reality. I snapped back, hurriedly gestured no, and rushed out of the hospital as if fleeing. — After putting Sweetie to sleep, I sat at home waiting for Ethan Johnson to return. He hadn’t come back even by midnight. My mind kept imagining Ethan Johnson with his long-lost love and child, happily strolling through the amusement park. Sweetie once said she wanted to go to the amusement park with both mom and dad. But he coldly refused: “You guys go, I’m not interested in amusement parks.” He took me there, I took my daughter there. But we never went as a family. Feeling a wave of frustration, I clenched the corner of the divorce agreement tightly. The sound of the door opening caught my attention. Ethan Johnson finally came back. He still wore a cute antler headband from the amusement park. He glanced at me and asked indifferently, “Why aren’t you asleep?” I stood up to hand him the divorce agreement. His phone suddenly rang, the caller ID displayed “Lydia.” That must be his long-lost love’s name, I guess. He answered instantly, his voice tender enough to drown someone. “What’s up?” I heard a woman’s anxious voice on the other end: “Ethan! Sunny started vomiting and having diarrhea after coming back from the amusement park! I don’t know what’s wrong with her! Please come over!” He kicked off his new slippers, putting on his outside shoes again. I quickly grabbed his clothes, handing him the divorce agreement. “Sign it,” I said blandly. Without even looking, he swiftly signed his name. Then he slammed the door and left. I stared at the divorce agreement, exhaustion evident in my eyes. Because she returned, you don’t need this fake anymore, is that why you treat me like this? I squatted down, unable to stop the tears from falling. Sweetie gently opened the door and came out, seeing me trembling. She hugged me with her slender arms. “Mommy, don’t cry. It’s okay if Daddy doesn’t love us. Sweetie loves Mommy, and Mommy loves Sweetie, that’s enough.” I looked up at my understanding Sweetie, tears flowing uncontrollably. I hugged her and asked, “How about Mommy takes you away?” She nodded obediently, “Okay.” — Tomorrow is the day I leave with Sweetie. And today is my birthday. Ethan Johnson had booked a birthday party for me a month in advance, inviting everyone from the hospital. When I took my daughter to the birthday party venue, I found no one there. Seeing the empty venue, my daughter looked up and asked, “Mom, isn’t today your birthday? Why is no one here? Isn’t Dad coming?” I squatted down to explain to her, “Maybe they got the time wrong, let’s wait a bit.” I asked the waiter to watch my daughter while I went to the restroom. On the way back, I passed a room with a banner saying “Happy Birthday Lydia!” The door was ajar, and it seemed lively inside. I peeked in and saw the front desk nurse from the hospital was there too. I frowned and leaned closer, seeing familiar faces from the hospital. Ethan Johnson was holding his long-lost love’s slender waist, kissing her in front of everyone. There were whistles and cheers. And I, peeking through the door crack outside, felt like an outsider. Ethan Johnson joyfully picked up the child named Sunny, raising his chin to point at the woman looking at him tenderly. “Look closely, the one with the beauty mark at the corner of her eye is your real sister-in-law!” People from the hospital raised their hands to ask: “What should we call the previous one? The fake sister-in-law?” A burst of laughter echoed. I peeked inside and noticed that the hospital’s front desk nurse was present. Frowning, I leaned closer to get a better look—it was all familiar faces from the hospital. Ethan Johnson was holding the slender waist of his Ideal Love, kissing her in front of everyone. The crowd erupted with whistles and cheers. Meanwhile, I stood outside, peeking through the door, feeling like an outsider.
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