Three years ago, to save Jade, my face was horrifically disfigured when thugs threw acid on me.
To prevent her from feeling guilty, I traveled to the ends of the earth and finally found treatment to repair my scars.
I rushed back home without delay, wearing fake scars that I wanted her to peel off herself as a surprise.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I pushed open the door, I saw Jade pinned against the wall by her childhood sweetheart Jaxon, kissing passionately, almost to the point of getting carried away.
"Be careful, I'm pregnant now, after all."
"You're carrying Brent's child?"
"How could that be possible? He's nothing but a disfigured freak. How could he be worthy of fathering my child?"
"Then whose child is it?"
"Yours. I found him too ugly, so I've been slipping drugs into his food every day to make him sterile."
"If it weren't for his ability to manage the company so well, I would have divorced him long ago."
Hearing this, Jaxon laughed uncontrollably, yanking off Jade's dress and teasing her relentlessly.
At that moment, the seeds of hatred took root in my heart, and I clenched my fists, rushing in like a madman.
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Jaxon had just dropped his pants when I burst through the door, kicking him clear across the room. He slammed hard against the wall, looking both ridiculous and pathetic.
Jade had always told me that she and Jaxon grew up together, that she only saw him as a little brother. That's why I allowed him to come over to our place to hang out with her so often.
I never imagined they'd be "playing" in bed.
An unprecedented rage consumed me, impossible to calm down.
Jade sat up in bed, bewildered, not knowing what was happening. She had just been waiting with her eyes closed for Jaxon's teasing touches.
When she opened her eyes and saw me, she froze for a moment. Then she grabbed the ashtray from the bedside table and hurled it at me.
I couldn't dodge in time. The ashtray struck my forehead, breaking the skin and drawing blood.
As our eyes met, hers blazing with fury, she pointed at the scar on my face and screamed, "You ugly freak! If anything happens to Jaxon, I swear I'll kill you!"
It was the second time she had called me an ugly freak. My heart trembled, followed by endless pain.
Who did I get this scar on my face for, anyway?
Three years ago, Jade went clubbing with her girlfriends and got cornered by some thugs trying to take advantage of her.
I happened to be at that bar! She was the girl of my dreams - how could I not save her?I rushed out to protect her, fighting alone against several thugs. They splashed acid on half of my face, disfiguring me.
At that time, Jade held me and cried her eyes out, swearing she would marry me and never leave my side.
Before, every time she saw my scars, she would feel guilty.
Now, as time has passed, she's gradually grown tired of my scars. The deep love that once existed has faded with the years, no longer present.
I didn't raise my hand to cover my wound; only pain could numb my current heartache.
Jade got off the bed and shoved past me, running to help Jaxon who was lying on the floor.
"Jaxon, are you okay?"
"I'm sorry, it's all my fault. You got caught up in this because of me."
Afraid I might do something to Jaxon again, Jade spread her arms out in front of him protectively.
I looked at her belly, already slightly swollen. This sight pierced my eyes painfully.
When I first saw her pregnancy test results, I was overjoyed like a fool, catering to her every whim.
I carefully tended to Jade's mood swings during her pregnancy.
But she knew how to torment me best. One moment she'd want sour food, the next she'd say no and demand spicy instead.
I didn't dare disobey because she was carrying my child, willingly sacrificing everything.
But all my efforts and devotion turned out to be a joke in the end.She'd been drugging my food to make me sterile for ages. The kid was never mine to begin with.
Jade had been fooling around with Jaxon long before. The baby in her belly was Jaxon's.
And there I was, totally clueless, raising Jaxon's kid for hi