Jackson pulled her closer, shielding her more tightly. The look he gave me held nothing but disgust and ice.
"Since it's come to this, I won't hide it anymore."
"Millicent and I have been together for a long time. You and your princess temper, spoiled and high-maintenance, always living in your own little world. You never once understood what I actually needed."
"Being with you exhausted me."
Exhausted.
What a pathetic excuse.
Their double betrayal was the final straw.
I stormed out in a frenzy, but my mind was in pieces. I didn't see the truck that had lost control until it was too late.
The accident destroyed my face.
It nearly took my life.
The hospital even issued a critical condition notice. Everyone believed I was dead.
What no one knew was that, right at that moment, I was lucky enough to cross paths with Arthur Stephens, a man who had just lost his wife.
He said, "I can save you."
"But on one condition: you live the rest of your life under a new identity. Are you willing?"
I nodded.
"You know the rest."
I shrugged and glanced at Arthur.
After that, Arthur arranged the best plastic surgery money could buy.