The Accident That Scarred My Face, I Called Off the Engagement

On the eve of our engagement, half my face was burned in a car race.

For three months, I endured the excruciating pain of skin grafts. My girlfriend stood by my side throughout my recovery, never leaving me.

Just as I emerged from the darkness and decided to get married, I discovered that my former rival not only escaped punishment but was now cozying up to my girlfriend, both of them smiling contentedly.

"Sorry you had to sleep next to that ugly freak, babe."

"It's okay. If it helps you achieve your dream, this small sacrifice means nothing. See? With him out of the picture, you're number one."

It turns out her presence wasn't to light my way, but to help the company cover up the truth.

I fled from her watchful eye, climbed into a luxury car, and decided to punish the guilty with my own hands.