Over the past few years, Damien has put me through numerous cosmetic surgeries, big and small.
At first, I was completely willing.
I believed he wanted to help me escape my ex-fiancé's pursuit through these procedures.
He loved me, I thought.
Until I saw a photo of the woman he loved most when she was alive.
Because I looked just like her.
...
Once again, I was stood up at the courthouse steps.
This was already the fifth time Damien had run away from our wedding.
I had a vague feeling that in this lifetime, marrying Damien would be nearly impossible.
That night, I found him at the club owned by his brother, Brent.
"I can't believe you. How many times have you run from the altar now?"
"Won't Melody want to kill you?"
Brent snatched the drink from Damien's hand.
The door was ajar, but I didn't have the courage to push it open.
Damien had drunk himself into a stupor.
However, the words he spoke were like a sharp sword.
Piercing straight through my heart.
"I really can't fool myself. She's not Luna."
"Even if she looks more and more like her. That expression, those eyes.""I won't love her. I know it clearly. The one I love is Luna, Luna."
I don't know Luna, but I know of her.
She is Damien's pure love.
She left this world years ago due to a car accident.
Three years of feelings, I thought I could warm his heart.
But today, he was absent again, making me feel as if I've just woken from a dream.
Perhaps I've never truly entered Damien's heart.
And I've never really understood this man.
In the dimly lit private room, Damien's suppressed voice was heard again.
Filled with grief and heart-wrenching sobs.
"All these years, I've made her more and more like Luna, but I really can't deceive myself. They're two completely different people."
Brent seemed to sigh.
Saying he was becoming increasingly obsessed.
"She's still not similar enough. Luna's waist was so slim you could encircle it with one hand, but Melody's waist isn't slender enough."
Brent said, "You're not going to coax her into getting surgery again, are you? Don't you care about her life at all?"
Damien chuckled coldly, "Would you believe me if I said that with just one word from me, she'd give her life to me? What's removing a few ribs compared to that?"
"Stop with the surgeries. Someone's going to die."Brent cautioned, "Besides, aren't you afraid that one day she'll learn the truth and leave you?"
Damien replied with a contemptuous tone, "Would she dare? Everything she has now is because of me. Without me, how could she survive?"
My heart plummeted, my mind went blank, and my whole body trembled.
So, for all these years, I had been living in Damien's web of lies.
He had once told me that by changing my appearance, I could escape the misfortune brought by that person.
Damien was a skilled cosmetic surgeon.
Over the years, he had performed numerous surgeries on me, both major and minor.
Looking at the increasingly unfamiliar face in the mirror, I used to feel as if I had been given a new lease on life.
But now, I finally understood the truth.
For the past three years, he had simply been sculpting me into his desired work of art.
It turns out, I was nothing more than a replacement.
Damien had a woman he loved deeply named Luna.
She left him due to a car accident in the year when his love for her was at its peak.
The loss nearly killed Damien.
He said he had tried everything, but in the end, could only watch helplessly as his beloved died in his arms.
He fell into a deep depression for a long time after that.Dragging my weary body, I returned to our "home."
For three years, every corner of this place has been etched with traces of my life.
But today, I truly want to leave.
If I can't get closer, then I should distance myself.
My mind is in chaos, and for the first time, I feel lost in life.
When I met Damien, I thought I could live the rest of my life well.
But why did things turn out this way?
I love him so much, believing he was the redemption in my life.
It was he who helped me escape from my nightmarish past.
Yes, it was during that time when Damien was spiraling after Luna's death that we met.