I have multiple personalities. The day my cosmetic surgeon husband said he loved me, I switched to my head-over-heels in love persona. He told me I had a good foundation and he would sculpt me into his most successful masterpiece. After enduring countless surgeries, big and small, I was on the verge of death, finally becoming his ideal vision. Later, Damien’s first love, Isabelle, returned from overseas. I hid in a corner of the airport, secretly watching them being intimate. Isabelle had a face almost identical to mine—a face that was completely natural. That’s when I realized I had been a stand-in for her for ten years. “Don’t worry, my love. Now that you’re back, I won’t let her walk around with a face identical to yours anymore.” “I’ll destroy her, I promise.” I was overcome with sorrow. The places where my bones had been shaved for cosmetic surgery throbbed faintly. Damien didn’t know that the last time he left the operating room mid-surgery, my blindly devoted persona had withered away. My next persona? She’s a little… unhinged. 0
As I pushed open the front door, I instinctively hid the pregnancy test results and the heavy bottle of kerosene in my bag. I’d found out I was pregnant before I went to the airport. That’s why I followed Damien Thorne’s location tracker to the airport. I wanted to give him the earliest possible surprise, but instead, I gave myself a terrifying shock. So, I figured I might as well buy some kerosene and prepare a little something for his funeral ahead of time. Damien looked uncomfortable when he saw me return. He’d just picked up his first love from the airport, and the strong scent of her perfume still clung to him. It was sickening. “Honey, I forgot to tell you, I have a surgery later tonight. I’m afraid I won’t be able to spend time with you.” Damien explained. I knew. It was Isabelle’s first day back, and he was undoubtedly going to be with her. The surgery was just his excuse. My expression showed a hint of disappointment, the tightness from my numerous surgeries making my face look unnaturally stiff. “In that case, you should go.” He looked at my face and frowned. I could read the fleeting disgust in his eyes. But he’d forgotten that I used to be the undisputed campus queen. He was the one who sweet-talked me and personally performed the surgeries, molding me into Isabelle’s image. Eighty percent similar, twenty percent unnatural. He grabbed his jacket and left without a backward glance. I rummaged through the cabinet and found that many of his ‘intimacy products’ from when we were deeply in love were missing. Things like condoms and delay sprays. I pretended not to notice anything, putting the disarranged items back where they belonged. I knew he wouldn’t be home tonight. When did I first realize Damien’s heart wasn’t with me anymore? It was probably during that surgery six months ago. Isabelle, across time zones, was getting drunk in some bar overseas. When he found out, he immediately abandoned me on the operating table. I should have been unconscious, but I was awake, listening to the hysteria in his phone call. “Please, Isabelle, don’t drink yourself senseless.” “You lost that man, but you still have me, don’t you?” He pleaded with Isabelle not to drown her sorrows, dragging it out until I, on the operating table, lost too much blood and passed out. He personally sent me to the ICU. After I fell into a coma, I felt like I died once. My dual personality, dormant for so long, seemed to be reawakening. It was a crazy persona, her fury roaring within my body. “Damien Thorne, you actually lied to me!” “I’ll make sure you die a terrible death!” But I was so used to being blindly devoted. Before I completely died, one thought still timidly rebutted from deep within me. “What if Isabelle was in real danger back then, which is why he abandoned me?” But what could Isabelle possibly be dealing with? After she got married abroad, her husband died young, and she inherited millions in dollars. She was just lonely now, craving attention, and she wanted to steal what was mine. But this particular ‘thing’ wasn’t all that great. If she wanted it, I didn’t mind giving it away. It was a perfect coincidence. That night, I saw a cryptic photo posted on Damien’s Insta. Two blurry figures snuggling together, gazing at the moon. Who took the picture, I wondered? Beneath the post, Damien’s buddies, Alex, Mark, and Ben, sent several blessings. “Congrats, Damien, on getting your dream girl back!” “Finally, no more looking at that cheap knock-off face!” “A cosmetic surgeon who loves beauty, with identical aesthetics—a match made in heaven!” I quietly added a comment below. “Yeah, support. Lock them up, and let them both die.” I emptied the kerosene in the storage room and then set fire to Damien Thorne’s first secret storage room. It felt incredibly satisfying. 0
Damien saw my comment and replied. “Are you crazy?” I was a bit surprised he’d guessed the truth. I did have a mental illness. The crackling fire in the distant storage room echoed. The butcher knife I used for slicing meat lay on the sharpening stone, gleaming. But then, Damien called to apologize. “Honey, I was drinking with some buddies after surgery. They got a little drunk and started talking nonsense to you.” “Please don’t be angry.” “I’ve already deleted the Ins post.” That’s when I realized the post and replies had been made by Isabelle, using his phone. But I’d been with him for ten years; I knew him too well. Damien Thorne was a man with very strong personal boundaries. He never allowed anyone to overly intrude on his private space. Even after all this time together, I’d never been allowed to touch his phone. Whenever I tried, he’d refuse, citing “personal space.” Yet, his first love, who had just returned, could hold his phone in her hand. I calmly replied, “Got it.” I didn’t want Damien to ruin my good mood for chopping meat and making a late-night snack. Just as I was about to hang up, I heard Isabelle’s cheerful laugh in the background. A familiar child’s voice followed, coming through the phone. “Mommy, Leo had so much fun playing with you tonight!” “Leo wants to see you again tomorrow!” Hearing that innocent voice, I froze. Leo? Wasn’t that my and Damien Thorne’s son? Shouldn’t he be with Damien’s mother? Why was he with Isabelle? Hearing Leo repeatedly call Isabelle “Mommy.” My previously dormant heart began to boil. I yelled into the phone, “Damien Thorne, why is Leo with her?” Damien’s voice carried a hint of guilt. “My mom said she was busy with her Zumba class and couldn’t watch Leo, so she asked me to take him out…” His words were drowned out by Isabelle and Leo’s laughter as they played. I hung up the phone and rushed towards Damien’s usual spot. His favorite haunts over the years were places I knew by heart. All the way there, Damien panicked, constantly calling my phone. He knew very well that once I saw Isabelle, I would expose the truth. But what he didn’t know was that I had already seen Isabelle at the airport. I stormed onto the rooftop terrace of the club. It was romantically decorated, with champagne bottles arranged into a heart shape. The wind was strong, and everyone was staring at me. This was also the place where Damien first proposed to me. Isabelle’s face, illuminated by the moonlight, possessed an ethereal beauty. Around her neck hung a necklace made from ashes. It was my mother’s ashes, which I had asked Damien to have a craftsman make for me after she passed away. My mother had said that in this way, she could still be by my side. But the day after it was made, I only wore it for one day before it disappeared. Turns out, it ended up around Isabelle’s neck. And, half of the necklace had been worn away. This boded ill. It implied the deceased would have no next life. I gritted my teeth. I wouldn’t be mistaken, as there was a unique notch I had specifically asked the craftsman to leave. I stared intensely at the necklace. Isabelle raised an eyebrow, nonchalantly pulled it off, and put it back in her bag. Leo was in Isabelle’s arms, swinging with her. Hearing the commotion, he looked at me, then at Isabelle, a confused expression on his face. “That’s weird, there are two mommies!” Isabelle provocatively took Leo’s hand. “So, which mommy do you like more?” Leo said without hesitation, “The real mommy! I like the real mommy!” “The other mommy must be wearing a human skin mask to pretend!” Leo, who watched too many mystery shows, started looking back and forth between me and Isabelle. Isabelle laughed, then began to playfully knead her own face. “See, Mommy’s skin is real.” “So her face isn’t. She’s fake, she’s tricking you!” Leo pointed at me. “You quickly rub your face, too, to prove to me you’re my mommy!” Isabelle looked at me with a challenging smirk. “Why don’t you rub and pinch your face? Could it be you’re actually the ‘stand-in’?” The other guys, Damien’s buddies, booed in playful encouragement. I smiled bitterly. She was right. This face, mimicking hers, was almost entirely fake. 0
I turned to Damien, demanding he speak. Damien looked at me, then at Isabelle, then pulled me aside. Even the rowdy guys quieted down, eager to watch the unfolding drama. “Seraphina, let me explain. I love you!” “Isabelle’s appearance truly is the best template in my eyes, that’s why I made you seventy percent similar.” “If you don’t like it, next month, I’ll personally adjust it for you again!” I hadn’t even asked about the face, and Damien had confessed everything. But in front of Isabelle, he had said he would personally destroy my face. In my eyes, both of them were as good as dead now. I took a deep breath and returned to the main point. “Give me back my child.” Damien looked at Leo, then at me. “But Leo only recognizes her now. It wouldn’t be good to just take him away, would it?” Isabelle’s eyes welled up with tears the moment she heard me. “I just really like Leo, is that not allowed?” “Leo, don’t you like me as your mommy?” Leo said “I like you” and nodded vigorously. I took a deep breath, “Leo, come here, I’m your mother.” Damien abruptly grabbed my arm. The liposuction scar on my body throbbed faintly. “Seraphina, you weren’t like this before. Why are you being so unreasonable now?” “I’ll let Leo go home later; he’s just with Isabelle temporarily.” “Is that not allowed?” The joy on Leo’s face vanished, and he looked at my outstretched hand with resistance. “You’re the fake mommy. Your face is fake, you’re not my mommy, you can’t trick me.” I could tolerate Damien’s betrayal. But facing the rejection and suspicion from the son I carried for ten months and gave birth to, my emotions instantly spiraled out of control. My hand clenched the miniature knife in my pocket. I kept telling myself to stay calm. Damien’s buddy, Alex, spoke up at this moment. “Damien was just using her as a stand-in anyway. Now the real one is back, and she’s loaded with cash. If I were her, I’d take the money and clear out early.” I shot him a cold glare, and he immediately quieted down, scared. Damien also walked over to Isabelle to comfort her. “If you like Leo, I can perform surgery on him later, to make him look even more like you…” I scoffed coldly, then kicked over the champagne bottles. A matchstick flew into the alcohol, igniting a brilliant burst of flames. Everyone present shrieked in terror. I tutted, regretting that Damien hadn’t seen his storage room burn. That fire had been far more spectacular. Leo clapped his hands by my side. “Pretty! Pretty!” I curved my lips into a smile, pulled him to my side. Then I dug out my mother’s ashes necklace from Isabelle’s bag and put it back around my neck. “If it’s pretty, then you can stay with Mommy and watch it every day!” Damien pulled his buddies to help put out the fire. By the time they finished, they were covered in dust, filthy. I watched them, laughing to myself. Damien glared at me, but when he saw the necklace around my neck, he looked a little guilty. “Today is Isabelle’s welcome back party. If you want to stay with Leo, you can!” “But why would you do this?!” Damien had forgotten. Today was actually our wedding anniversary, a day that should have been spent with our family. But they were celebrating with another woman behind my back. “Isn’t a little fireworks display enough of a celebration?” My expression was innocent as I took Leo and left. Back home, I burned all the cars in Damien Thorne’s garage. The flames soared into the sky in the suburbs, making Leo very happy, and a hidden sense of exhilaration flickered in my eyes. To completely sever ties with Damien Thorne, I hired a lawyer to handle the divorce and property settlement. After some investigation, the lawyer asked me, looking puzzled. “Are you sure you haven’t made a mistake? The person he married is someone else.” “The woman’s name is Isabelle Dubois, not Seraphina, right?” After saying that, the lawyer looked at me, seemingly doubting my sanity. How could someone even get their own marital status wrong? I pulled out the red marriage certificate from my bag, intending to prove myself, but then I froze. It didn’t have a steel stamp, and I had never noticed it. I took a deep breath. “Never mind, then. I’ll just burn everything, I don’t want a single penny.”
🌟 Continue the story here 👉🏻 📲 Download the “NovelMaster” app 🔍 search for “299288”, and watch the full series ✨! #NovelMaster #浪漫Romance #现实主义Realistic #狼人Werewolf #玄幻Fantasy #魔幻Magic #重生Reborn
Leave a Reply