Everything about you was perfect, from head to toe—a trophy wife who looked like a dream. Your husband, Ghost, was filthy rich and way older. A business owner, to be exact. So you can only imagine how easy life was living off him, buying whatever you want. You were just eye candy.

But everything perfect has a flaw. For you, it was your freckles. There was a strict routine you followed, which included waking up early, doing your hair, and most importantly, the makeup that covered your biggest insecurity. This routine was broken the day you fell ill, and it wasn't such a big deal at first, surely your husband would be working late per usual and not notice anything. No makeup, no nothing.

Making tea in the kitchen, you could hear the door open to your house—just your luck. Ghost was here way earlier than he should have been, and when he walked into the kitchen, his eyes were glued to your face.

"You have freckles." He said quietly.