Days before the Victoria's Secret final casting. My husband, a celebrity plastic surgeon who swore he adored me, told me I had a flaw. He personally operated on my face to "fix" it. When the anesthesia wore off, I went to find him. I overheard him whispering sweet nothings to my runway rival. "The surgery on my wife is done. Your only competition is gone. Happy now?" The woman giggled, her voice sickly sweet. "Why didn't you just disfigure her completely? Then I'd feel safe forever." Ethan's veins popped on his forehead. "Don't push it. She's the woman I love. Don't you dare touch her!" "Okay, okay, I was just joking. Gentle..." The sounds of their heavy breathing filled the room. I felt like I had fallen into an ice cave. Since he changed my face without my consent, I decided to change my identity too. To the ends of the earth, he will never find me again. 1 I lay on the cold hospital bed, waiting for the nurse to remove the bandages. They chattered non-stop. "Dr. Sterling is taking his wife out for her birthday tonight. I heard he bought out the city's fireworks display. So romantic!" "That's nothing. Mrs. Sterling is a supermodel. Dr. Sterling designs her skincare routine personally. It takes so much effort." They didn't recognize that the patient in front of them was the envied "Mrs. Sterling." To become a Victoria's Secret Angel, I endured hardships Ethan knew better than anyone. Yet, to help Chloe, he changed my face! The nurse handed me a mirror. The face reflecting back was strange. It disgusted me. I never imagined the husband who treated me like a treasure would be cruel enough to slice open my face. I remembered when Ethan knelt on one knee, crying like a child. He said he would spoil me forever and send me to the international stage. He said my wish was his wish. Now it seems it was all just a painful lie. My knuckles turned white gripping the mirror, my eyes red. Hot tears streamed down my scarred face. I didn't know which hurt more, the wounds or my heart. Just then, Ethan rushed into the room, scolding the nurses. "My wife is delicate! Why isn't she in the VIP suite for the unveiling? If there's any infection, you're all fired!" The nurses finally realized who I was. They looked awkward and panicked. I dug my nails into my palm, tears falling uncontrollably. "Ethan, why did you touch my face?" He knelt quickly, coaxing me in a low voice. "I just wanted you to be even more beautiful, so your career would be smooth sailing." He held the mirror up again. "Look, isn't it great?" He was clearly proud of his work. But my original face was favored by international brands. It was crucial for my casting. Now, with this "youthful" face, my career was over. Ethan, who dealt with models daily, knew this perfectly well. He wiped my tears and kissed my forehead. "Alright, baby, don't cry. You're breaking my heart." He didn't even notice Chloe's lipstick still on his lips. Sticky and disgusting. Or maybe it was just because this man was rotten to the core. I pushed him away gently. A nurse poked her head in. "Dr. Sterling, Miss Chloe's facial treatment is due. Should we..." Ethan snapped his head back, annoyed. "Can't you see I'm comforting my wife? Tell her to come another day!" I almost laughed. "Go. Work is important." Ethan didn't hesitate. He winked at me. "Okay, wifey. I'll take you home when I'm done." He didn't notice how hurried his steps were. But I couldn't wait any longer. "Sarah, are you sure you want to come to Milan as a mentor?" I touched my stinging face. "I can't walk the runway anymore, so I'll help others. But..." "I need you to help me erase my identity. I want to live with a brand new face." The betrayed suffer so much. How can the betrayer sleep soundly? From now on, even if I stand right in front of Ethan, we are strangers. 2 Ethan rushed home. Seeing me on the sofa, he hugged me as if he'd lost and found a treasure. "You scared me, honey. I looked everywhere at the hospital. My heart almost jumped out." He put my hand on his chest. His heart was pounding. If I hadn't seen the message Chloe sent me, I might have believed him. [Sister Sarah, do you know what the best skincare product is? It's a lover's care. Dr. Sterling and I unlocked so many poses just now. My skin feels so smooth.] I looked up. The hickeys peeking out from Ethan's collar screamed at me. He nuzzled into my neck. "Treatments are so tiring, but I promise I'll make more time for you. You're the love of my life." Tiring, but pleasurable, right? I was numb. Ethan picked me up and put me in the car. "The hospital has been busy. We haven't been to our favorite restaurant in ages. It's your birthday, perfect timing." My nerves twitched. I realized it had been a long time since we went out. But at the restaurant, the receptionist said his membership card balance was low. I remembered he topped it up with fifty grand last time. The waiters looked at us strangely. Ethan was flustered, his smile awkward. Our first meal was here. He proposed here. Ethan winked at the receptionist and hurriedly topped up the card. He forced a smile and led me to the window seat. The same seat where I said yes. He ordered a cake to change the subject. [Happy Birthday Miss Chloe] When the cake arrived, Ethan froze. He slammed the table, calling the waiter back. "Is this a mistake? My wife's last name is Miller! This is disrespectful!" The waiter looked closely at my face and realized. "Sorry, we misread. We thought it was Miss Chloe from last time..." Ethan's face darkened. He insisted they made a mistake. "Honey, we're never coming back here." "Just eat a bite. I'll take you to see the fireworks." Bitterness welled up in my heart. He organized fireworks for me. He brought his mistress to our special place. Ethan, you feel like a stranger. He dragged me excitedly to the rooftop by the river. He used to spend a fortune just to make me smile. He still did, just not the same him. Ethan hugged me from behind. "Look, baby! Fireworks! Happy?" In the flashing lights, tears streamed down my face. His phone beeped. He frowned. "The hospital again. I don't care. Today is for my wife." He hung up several times, but finally answered. "I said stop calling!" The other side didn't speak, just sent a photo. Ethan's Adam's apple bobbed. His anger vanished. I waved my hand. "Don't delay work for me." Ethan sighed, pretending to be torn, saying he'd be back soon. But I received a message from Chloe: [Dr. Sterling is so easy. A new bikini sets him on fire. Borrowing him for a bit~] 3 It was laughable. The stickers Chloe sent were the same ones Ethan had been spamming lately. He used to hate "childish" things. I stood in the cold wind, watching the fireworks alone. My auction agent called. "Ms. Miller, the couple rings you wanted are up for bid. Should I go for it?" Days ago, I wanted the "Sapphire Destiny" rings for our tenth anniversary. Now, I didn't want them at all. I was silent. The agent sighed regretfully. "Too bad. A Mr. Sterling lit a sky lantern and put the ring directly on a beauty's hand. So romantic." "Must be his wife." I suppressed the pain in my heart and forced a smile. "Forget it then." Those rings were engraved with "Forever Love." Inappropriate for us now. Next second, I saw Chloe's post. Two hands clasped tight, wearing the rings I dreamed of. [This ring stole my heart. Luckily, my lover lit a lantern for me!] I just sighed. Ethan took such good care of Chloe. Even her fingertips were smooth. Ethan was texting me too, trying to cover his guilt: [Wifey, I bought you so much jewelry! Coming home now.] The two messages side by side were ironic. The housekeeper served me rice and paused. "Madam, don't cry. Sir will be heartbroken if he sees." "Is the food bad?" I shook my head. The food was fine. The person was wrong. In the dark kitchen, messages kept popping up. [Sister Sarah, I didn't want to fight you, but Dr. Sterling is too clingy.] [When you had appendicitis, when you were in America, when you got plastic surgery...] [I didn't do much. Just hooked a finger, and he lost control. We tried everywhere. Oh right, including your bed while you were unconscious.] ... Chloe recounted their affair for me. I had no energy to care. But one thing was new. My favorite wonton shop was downstairs from Chloe's apartment. Ethan brought me wontons almost every day. I thought he was sweet. He was probably celebrating. Another excuse to drive miles to see his lover. And his wife would reward him with a kiss. "Delicious. Thanks, hubby." My stomach churned violently. I ran to the bathroom and retched. Just as I was about to collapse, strong arms caught me. Ethan was sweating, eyes red. "Honey, you look so pale. You scared me..." He carried me out and scolded the housekeeper. He didn't realize how stupid his act was. He put the jewelry from the auction on me. To me, it was just Chloe's leftovers. Seeing my lack of interest, he coaxed me to sleep. Until I vaguely saw him hand a packet of powder to the housekeeper. "After I leave tomorrow, boil this for Madam." 4 I knew I wouldn't play along. Tomorrow was the casting day, and the day I left. Ethan was drugging me to stop me from blocking Chloe's path. I swallowed the bitterness and slept until dawn. I made breakfast for my husband of ten years. The last meal. Ethan hugged me from behind. "Whose wife is so good? I'm envious of myself." I kept flipping the eggs. "Today is the casting. Who do you think will win?" Ethan froze, laughing awkwardly. "Who cares? When your face heals, the champion will be you." I smiled mockingly and plated the eggs. Ethan's eyes darted over my face, guilty. "Honey, while your face heals and you can't work, let's have a baby?" "Imagine a daughter as beautiful as you. I'd be so happy." He held me tight, whispering sweet nothings. All I saw was the matching ring on his finger. I responded faintly. His phone rang as soon as the food was served. Before he could speak, I smiled. "Hospital emergency? Go." He always answered Chloe immediately. "Wait for me, wifey. I'll miss you." I didn't nod. I wouldn't be waiting. After he left, I gave the food to the housekeeper. I told her I knew about the drugs. "It's okay. I can handle it." I sent her away and packed everything. I went to the airport alone. Meanwhile, Ethan walked into the venue with Chloe on his arm. A news segment played on the wall. "Milan's top agency hired a young new mentor named Sarah Ye." "Must be talented." Ethan frowned. His wife's name was Sarah too. A bad feeling rose in his chest. He looked up at the screen.
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