He Destroyed Her, Sculpted Her Face on Me
Language: en
An accident. A fire that devoured half my face. After that, every mirror, every polished surface, anything that could cast a reflection, vanished from my home. But I was lucky. I had a husband who loved me deeply. My scars didn't matter to him. His name is Richard, one of the top plastic surgeons in his field. Just recently, curled up on the sofa, I secretly scrolled through his phone and found a post he’d made on a forum. It read: Hypothetically, if your wife were disfigured in a fire, and reconstructive surgery was not only extremely expensive but also had no guarantee of restoring her…