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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

Dashiell anxiously waited outside the operating room. It wasn't long before he saw a nurse hurriedly wheeling me into surgery.


"What's going on? I only asked you to draw blood. Why are you taking her in for surgery?!" Dashiell shouted.


Doctor Carlisle, while pushing me into the operating room, quickly replied, "Mrs. Aria is showing signs of miscarriage, and today's repeated blood draws have taken a toll on her body. We need to perform surgery immediately."


"Miscarriage? Was she really pregnant?"


Dashiell's eyes were bloodshot as he watched in disbelief as I was wheeled into surgery.


He fell to his knees in the hallway, praying against the wall.


Late into the night, someone was finally wheeled out of the operating room. Dashiell breathed a sigh of relief, smiling as he grasped Melody's hand.


Doctor Carlisle then pushed out another hospital bed, but this one was covered with a white sheet.


Chapter 6