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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...

Wife's perfect hands

With the aid of his expertise, DNA optimization and adjustments were made, enhancing these hands to surpass their original potential.


All of this was merely a prelude, setting the stage for today's pivotal scene.


Upon my triumphant return to Soren's urban village, I found him waiting at the entrance, his gaze intense and expectant.


As I placed my hand in his with a radiant smile, a wail of anguish erupted from behind us.


Turning back, I saw Dane in pursuit, now fallen to his knees, his face buried in his hands.


"Darling, I beg you, please don't give your hand to another man. Come back to the Stratton family with me. If I ever mistreat you again, I'll cut off my own hands as penance!"


A flicker of regret crossed my face before I withdrew my hand.


Soren's eyes met mine, filled with resignation and sorrow.


I turned and walked towards Dane. His smile bordered on maniacal as he hastily stood to help me into the car.


Chapter 7