The Doctor's Perfect Creation
Language: en
Days before the Victoria's Secret final casting. My husband, a celebrity plastic surgeon who swore he adored me, told me I had a flaw. He personally operated on my face to "fix" it. When the anesthesia wore off, I went to find him. I overheard him whispering sweet nothings to my runway rival. "The surgery on my wife is done. Your only competition is gone. Happy now?" The woman giggled, her voice sickly sweet. "Why didn't you just disfigure her completely? Then I'd feel safe forever." Ethan's veins popped on his forehead. "Don't push it. She's the woman I love. Don't you dare touch…