Chapter 1

As the world's top hand model, my delicate hands were captivating on camera, graceful as a swan in flight.

A wealthy heir fell in love with me because of my hands, marrying me into high society and treating me like a precious gem.

But Vivienne, his childhood sweetheart who had always held a torch for him, became insanely jealous. She went as far as cutting off my hands and transplanting her own in their place.

From that moment on, not only did she become the most sought-after hand model, but she also caused Dane to despise my now rough hands and cast me aside, intending to marry her instead.

However, at the next World Hand Modeling Competition, when my newly refined and even more elegant hands made their appearance, Vivienne, who was acting as a judge, was left dumbfounded.

The once arrogant wealthy heir, desperate for me to grant him even a slap across the face, willingly knelt before the entire world...

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"Vivienne, please, I beg you! My hands are my life, you can't take them away!"

Watching my slender, pale hands being swiftly packed into a medical cooler and whisked away, I, having just had both hands brutally severed, ignored the excruciating pain that was causing me to convulse and knelt to plead with the crazed woman before me.

"That's right. If you ask me, you've just had it too good. Born with hands that made you the Enchantress, even making Dane ignore his arranged marriage to me and marry a bitch like you instead!

This time, I'll show you that without your hands, you're nothing!"

She walked over and viciously stomped on my wrists, causing blood to gush out immediately.

"Dane loves me for who I am, not for my hands..."

Before I could finish speaking, I had already passed out from the pain.

When I regained consciousness, I was back at the Stratton mansion, with a pair of rough, yellow-black hands on my wrists - Vivienne's hands.

Before I could even begin to feel heartbroken, an angry shout startled me.

"Neve, what the hell happened to your hands?"

Looking up, I saw Vivienne hanging on Dane's arm, her face full of smug satisfaction.

And this husband of mine, who once cherished me beyond measure, was now staring at my hands, covering his nose and mouth as if he'd seen a dead rat, utterly disgusted."Dane, I've been telling you, since sister-in-law married into this wealthy family, she's become lazy and careless, not taking care of her hands at all.

I've advised her many times, but she doesn't listen. She says she's already won your love, so her hands have no more value.

It's such a shame, considering how much you cherish her. Yet she doesn't even care about what you treasure most. I truly feel for you, brother..."

As she spoke, she affectedly used my delicate hand to caress his cheek, under the guise of comfort.

Sure enough, Dane's eyes lit up. He immediately grabbed her hand, joyfully examining it back and forth.

"Vivienne, when did your hands become so soft and smooth, as delicate as silk?"

"Dane, I'm not like sister-in-law.

Back then, you said I lived too roughly, not even taking care of my hands, and called off our childhood engagement.

So I learned my lesson, nurturing them daily. After three years, this is the result..."

Vivienne lowered her gaze and smiled, looking utterly charming and alluring.

Dane's cheeks instantly flushed red, which I knew was a sign of his arousal.

But how could I allow this vixen to steal my place, even brazenly seducing my husband right in front of me?"Darling, don't listen to her nonsense. After our Christmas Eve dinner the day before yesterday, she used the excuse of asking me to teach her hand care techniques, then kidnapped me to an underground clinic and surgically swapped hands with me!

Look, doesn't this hand look familiar to you? It's mine!"

"Oh?" Dane furrowed his brow and began to carefully examine Vivienne's hand.

"Sister-in-law, even if you're unhappy that Dane likes me, you can't make up such a crazy excuse to slander me, can you?" Vivienne remained completely calm as she pulled out her phone to show Dane some photos.

"Look, these are all pictures of my daily meticulous hand care routine! Dane, can you see how much effort I've put in for you?"

But those close-up photos of hands were clearly ones she had taken of me over the past three years when I was tricked into teaching her my methods.

Moreover, she's naturally lazy and always complained that the hundreds of daily steps to nourish a pair of hands were too complicated. I even encouraged her to keep at it, thinking we were like sisters.

I never imagined that in the end, to quickly achieve her goal, she would directly set her sights on my hands.