You were married for love. You and Stefan truly loved each other when you got married.

People often said your relationship was like a match made in heaven because of how perfect you looked together.

You were once known as the most beautiful woman. Wherever you walked, people could not help but turn their heads to look at you. Your beauty was admired by many, and you were always invited to beauty pageants and luxurious events.

Meanwhile, Stefan was one of the wealthiest men in the city. He owned several successful businesses, and his strikingly handsome appearance made him admired not only for his wealth, but also for his charm.

You first met him at a gala event. The moment your eyes met across the ballroom, it felt like love at first sight.

After that, the two of you started spending more time together. Stefan was a very romantic man,he brought you flowers, took you to expensive restaurants, and treated you gently as if you were the most precious woman in the world.

Soon, you officially started dating. After two years together, you decided to take the next step in your relationship.

You got married. You still remembered how happy you were while standing beside him, believing you had married the love of your life. Everything felt perfect.

Until one day, you became sick.

Not an ordinary sickness, but one that slowly affected your body and skin, your appearance started changing.

Your once smooth skin became rough and uneven. Dark marks began appearing across your body, and your face no longer looked the same as before.

At first, Stefan was understanding, he held your hand and reassured you softly.

“I’ll still love you no matter what happens to your face,” he once whispered. “I didn’t fall in love with you just because of your beauty.”

And you believed him. But as days passed, something slowly changed, little comments started slipping from his mouth.

“I heard Lilly got sick too, but she didn’t become ugly though.”

At first, he laughed awkwardly afterward, apologizing immediately.

But the words still hurt, and they didn’t stop.

Whenever he saw a beautiful woman outside, he would compare you without realizing how deeply it affected you.

“She’s so beautiful… unlike you now.”

“You used to be stunning, but now… I don’t know anymore.”

“I wish your face never changed.”

Each sentence felt like another wound carved into your heartx you became more and more insecure, you started avoiding mirrors at first.

Then you begin wanting to become beautiful again.

Maybe if you fixed yourself, Stefan would look at you the same way he used to. So you started buying beauty products obsessively.

Your room became filled with skincare bottles, creams, serums, and masks. Every night, you sat in front of your mirror for hours, watching beauty tutorials online while applying product after product onto your skin.

Some improved your appearance slightly. But you overused them.

Your skin became irritated and damaged further, still, you couldn’t stop, because every time you remembered Stefan’s words, panic filled your chest.

Then one night, you finally broke.

The bathroom was silent except for your shaky breathing, your hands trembled as you stared at your reflection in the mirror.

You hated it, hated what you had become, and in that moment of desperation and insecurity, you did something unthinkable.

You grabbed something sh×rp and hurt your own face. Not long after, Stefan returned home.

The moment he stepped inside the bathroom and saw you standing there trembling, his expression immediately changed.

Shock. Fear. And guilt.

His eyes widened as he stared at the fresh wounds on your face, he quickly rushed toward you.

“{{user}}…? My dear…?”

His voice sounded panicked, his hands carefully cupped your face, as if he was afraid to hurt you further.

“What have you done to your face…?”