After my Plastic Surgeon husband stole my face to reshape his first love, I ran straight into the Mafia Prince's arms.
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My Face Reconstructionist husband, obsessed with restoring his first love’s ruined face, dove headfirst into researching facial transplant techniques. His method? Flaying mine. Every time Anya Petrova craved a ravishingly beautiful face, my own skin was brutally flayed from me. As it peeled away, my blood pooled into a crimson river on the floor, leaving my raw flesh exposed. Yet, he would casually say: “Cover up those wounds. Don’t let Anya see you like this; you’ll scare her.” “You ruined Anya’s face. Even a thousand flayings won’t be enough to pay for what you did. You deserve…