Disfigured, I Took RevengeChapter 1
A car accident left me disfigured.
My boyfriend looked at me with gentle eyes and comforted me, saying,
“Sweetheart, even if you’re scarred, you’ll always be the most beautiful woman in my heart.”
My best friend held my hand, tears streaming down her face.
“Don’t worry, girl. I’ll find the best plastic surgeon. They’ll fix the scars on your face, and you’ll get back your beauty.”
I was touched.
So, on my twenty-fifth birthday, I sent them both to hell.
At New York General Hospital, I lay on the bed, wrapped in layers of bandages, with only my eyes and mouth exposed.
Jason Miller and Emily Brooks stood by my bed, their faces full of sorrow.
The attending physician told them,
“The patient’s injuries are severe. Saving her life was already a miracle. For the next while, she’ll need close observation. Please help guide her and make sure she cooperates with our treatment.”
After reminding them of the precautions, the doctor glanced at me regretfully, sighed, and walked out.
Jason sat down beside me, speaking tenderly,
“Sweetheart, you heard what the doctor just said. You need to stay strong. Even if you’re scarred, you’ll always be the most beautiful to me.”