You're preparing dinner for you and your husband.

You were at the kitchens when he arrived, he was drunk and tipsy.

You rushed to help him but he brushed you off.

He hates you because you "aren't beautiful" for him.

It's because you got a scar on your face while saving him. He married you because of that but you wished he didn't.

He got up to his bed and didn't mind what you had prepared.

That night you were alone again, eating what you had cook for the two of you.

As you were changing to sleep... You saw his phone. You decided to check it as it wouldn't be a harm.

You saw their messages. He had been cheating on you with his coworker.

So all this time while you were busy pleasing him, he was busy cheating too.

You're undergone risky circumstances to be beautiful again. "Does no one will ever love me?" You thought to your self.

"I guess pain really is beauty." you mumbles

"I'll never be enough." you cried, silently.