I grew up alongside Shen Mo as childhood sweethearts. In our youth, he set off firecrackers, causing severe burns on half my face. He said he wouldn't dislike me, and I believed him. Years later, he told his friends, "Now, when I look at Lin Yuqing's face, I feel like vomiting..." For this, he raised a little bird that looked just like me when I was young. Eventually, I divorced to set him free, but he went mad.
Chapter 1
Asher had been rarely coming home lately.
He said his company was preparing for a major project, and he was working overtime every day.
I chose to believe him, just like I believed him back then when he promised he would never look down on me.
It wasn't until that night that I was disillusioned. Asher unexpectedly returned home early, saying he wanted to take a shower and relax.
His phone vibrated incessantly, with one WhatsApp message after another appearing on the screen. "Darling, are you coming tonight? I miss you so much."
My heart skipped a beat.
I took a closer look and found the profile picture belonged to a young and unfamiliar girl.
The girl was beautiful and vibrant, just like I was in my youth.
But I recognized her later.
She was the waitress at the newly opened café in our neighborhood, always greeting Asher with a charming smile.
So, he "worked overtime" there.
I stood in front of the mirror, my trembling fingers gently tracing the noticeable scar on my face.
Fifteen years had passed, yet that ugly mark remained glaring, like the wound in my heart that refused to heal.
I quietly placed his phone back where it was as if nothing had happened.
Asher emerged wrapped in a towel, his hair still dripping wet.
He smiled at me, which once made my heart flutter but now only filled me with nausea.
I watched him unlock his phone, a slight smile tugging at his lips.
"Bella, I might have to work overtime again tomorrow," he said casually. "This project is really keeping me busy lately."
I nodded, suppressing the anger and sadness within me, and replied softly, "It's okay. Just take care of yourself."
Asher seemed to breathe a sigh of relief probably because I didn't press him further.
He came over, intending to give me a gentle peck on the cheek, but ended up just hugging me instead. "You're so good," he murmured.
I got up and went to the room for painting, my hands trembling as I picked up a paintbrush. I was unable to start painting on the canvas for a long time.
My vision grew increasingly blurry.
I felt a strong wave of dizziness and nausea, my stomach convulsing, yet I could vomit nothing.
The paintbrush slipped from my hand, and I curled up in a fetal position in the corner, hugging my knees tightly.
Chapter 1
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Chapter 2
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Chapter 3
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Chapter 4
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Chapter 5
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Chapter 6
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Chapter 7
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Chapter 8
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Chapter 9
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Chapter 10
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Chapter 11
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Chapter 12
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Chapter 13
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