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My husband is a perfectionist. To cater to his aesthetic preferences, I've undergone plastic surgery, breast augmentation, and leg lengthening surgery.
By the time my husband complained about my lack of a high forehead, I had already had 19 plastic surgeries.
For my 20th plastic surgery, I went in for forehead augmentation.
After the surgery, I overheard his conversation with the doctor.
"CEO, Miss Winters has already had 20 surgeries. Every part of her body has been altered. Any more surgeries could be life-threatening!"
"But she still doesn't compare to Melody. Natural beauty is still the best."
My husband's cold words extinguished my romantic fantasies.
It turns out it wasn't that I wasn't beautiful enough, but that I didn't look like his true love.
For my 21st surgery, I had all the implants removed.
I changed my name and started my life over.

My Husband Made Me Get Plastic Surgery 19 Times

The handsome young man approached me again, holding a glass of red wine and asking what was going on.


After hearing my story with Dashiell, he fell silent, then asked a question.


I was taken aback, surprised that this was his first reaction. Then I doubled over laughing.


"I was never pregnant. The 'two lives lost' thing was just a lie to trick him."


The young man caught on and started laughing too.


Lorne and I hit it off quickly. He was three years younger than me but surprisingly knowledgeable about many things.


We made plans to vacation together in Bali and see the Northern Lights in Iceland.


I had long since made peace with my past with Dashiell, but my father was still heartbroken over what I'd endured during those years of marriage.


Chapter 10