I remembered the time when I was kidnapped on my way to a prenatal checkup. I was seven months pregnant and the kidnappers asked my husband to bring money for ransom. Otherwise, they would cut open my belly.

My husband was anxious to raise money, but he was late. I was forced to have an abortion. I was abused and humiliated till my face was crumbled.

When I hardly came up to my consciousness, I saw George Wimsley held me tight as I was pale as a sheet. He was so guilty and cried, vowing to fix my face.

Until the day I finally removed the gauze in my face, I heard George, my husband talking to his friend. "What? You even gave up your own child to make your wife look like your stepsister? Jane has been insulted so badly and now you want her face just like Sophia. Are you crazy?"

"I’ve promised Sophia that I would always make her the most beautiful woman. This is the way to keep her young forever. I have no choice. I need the child to make the beauty oil. Even if the child is born, I would still be willing to kill her for Sophia!" George said it unexpectedly.

"As for Jane... it was those kidnappers’ fault. She only needs to do one thing after all, getting pregnant and giving me the liquids from her child’s skin for me. She’s already dirty anyways. The only way to keep her in her place is by turning her into Sophia."

I was suddenly shocked. It turned out that the beautiful and happy marriage I thought was just a lie woven by the devil. My child was a tool for him to help his mistress stay young forever. If so, then I would gladly help them.

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Behind the door, George’s friend, William Ford, showed his pity and said, “There are so many women who have induced abortions in the hospital every day. With your wealth and power, you don’t need to worry to search for those babies’ liquid skin. Why do you have to torture Jane? The baby in her belly is your own flesh and blood.”

George sighed heavily, “I love Sophia, but I couldn’t marry her because of the secular perspective. Even she’s now someone else’s wife, I want to make her happy for the rest of her life. Jane is just a substitute and the evil seed in her belly is not worth mentioning. Just hurry up and let’s get it done. We can use it to adjust Jane’s face later.”

William widened his eyes in shock, “In order to satisfy your own desires, you secretly want to make Jane look like Sophia. She suffered a lot. Why do you still use electric shock on her after committing so many crimes? Isn't it too much?"

George laughed at himself, "You’re right. I’m too much, but I just want her to be like Sophia in every frown and smile. Only in this way can I slightly make up for the regret that I can't marry Sophia. Jane will always be just a substitute."

All of a sudden, his phone rang and George casually pressed the hands-free key. The obscene and vulgar voice of the man poured into my ears, "Mr. Wimsley, I said that I didn’t want the money, then why did you still ask for five million? You make the kidnappers had a lot of fun. Are you satisfied with it?"

"Well done, the five million is a reward for you. I will consider long-term job with you. Next time, don't touch Jane's face. Just cut her body, so that I can make her body into Sophia's proportions."

William looked at him like a madman and shook his head helplessly. He was totally lost of words. He stopped by and stood outside the door.

William was looking at me in pity and finally left. My tears couldn’t help to slid down and drown in the gauze on my face. It turned out that the kidnapping was not an accident, but a hell that my husband had carefully woven for me for his desires and the person he loved.

Even the child in my belly was just a tool used by his father to help his beloved stay young forever.

"Jane, you’re here."

George looked over and happily pulled me to remove the gauze. He held the mirror in front of me and continued, "Jane, your face has finally recovered. How do you feel? Is it still hurt? If it’s so, just tell me and don't keep it in your heart. I will feel bad for it."

"If it's not because of those hateful kidnappers who deliberately tricked me to the wrong place, I wouldn't have found you so late. It's all my uselessness that caused you to be harmed and lost our child. I’m sorry. Now, you don't need to be worried. I will take good care of you and find them as soon as possible to avenge you and your child."

The tenderness in his eyes was stronger than before, but I couldn't fall into it. I knew that at this moment, this tenderness was not for me, but for the sake of his mistress.

"Jane, why don’t you consider to change your face like my sister, Sophia?"

George paused and continued gently, "Sophia Blake is a big star. Many girls envy her face. Don't you always praise her for her beauty? You can be as beautiful as her and I want to help you fulfil your wish, but your facial muscles are still a little stiff and need to be adjusted. So, what do you think?"

Listening to his considerate words, I felt a little ironic. I wondered if he was really helping me fulfil my wish, or for himself.

"George, I think I like my face better like this now. I don't want to take any surgery. I'm really scared," I carefully said to him.

George hesitated for a moment and smilingly pinched my face. "Silly Jane, if you don't want me to take any surgery, your facial muscles will bruise and broken. I'm doing this for your own good. Don't be afraid. I promise I'll be gentle. Are you still doubting your husband's skills? Easy baby, it will be over soon."

After that, he asked his assistant to tie me to the bed. He put the electric shock gun against my face and pressed the button without hesitation. The strong current spread throughout my body, as if someone had split my brain in half. It was accompanied by a faint smell of burning.

George was still gently exhorting, "Relax, Jane. Smile. If you don't smile, how can I know if it has been fixed? It seems that the arc of the corner of your mouth is still a little bit off. It may be that the current is not strong enough. Let's do it again."

This repeated dozens of times and I finally couldn't bear it anymore and fainted. When I opened my eyes again, I was in my bedroom at home.

George gently wiped my forehead with a wet towel. He looked at me as if he was appreciating his most perfect artwork and breathing with the smell of wine in celebration.

His eyes turned red. "Jane, you've worked hard. I'm sorry I have to do this. It's all because I didn't protect you well, so you suffered like this. Fortunately, everything is over now. We will definitely be happy and have children and grandchildren in the future."

I reluctantly pulled the corners of my mouth. "You've worked hard for my face. You take a rest."

George left and didn't hear the hidden meaning of my words, or perhaps he was drunk. He kissed my forehead and laid aside.

While George was sleeping, I picked up his phone and found that his wallpaper was still the maternity photo we took together. I wondered about the fake sweet smile shown up at the moment. It just pinched my heart harder.

I didn't enter the password that I had been known all this time. Instead, I entered Sophia's birthday number. It was not long to see the wallpaper slowly switch to their intimate photo. My heart was sunk as it was indeed broken pieces.

His Whatsapp avatar was a blue bear, which was a perfect match with Sophia's pink bear avatar. The funny thing was it was the thing that I also wanted to use a couple avatar with George.

George had once ever said to me as he pointed to the photo screen, "Wimsley Group is the leader of the entire medical beauty industry. As the president, using such childish things will make employees and partners think I am dissolute and frivolous."

On the other hand, he had recorded all photos of Sophia from the time she entered the Wimsley Family at the age of five. I always remembered what he said to me about her.

[At the age of seven, I saw Sophia for the first time. She was like a frightened little rabbit and I wanted to protect her.”

“At the age of sixteen, Sophia shot her first advertisement and gained a lot of male fans. I was jealous and crazy. Why did she become my sister?!”

“At the age of twenty-three, Sophia got married. I was drunk all night and really wanted to rush to the wedding room to snatch her back. However, I still got my consciousness that it would affect her reputation.]

In the five years of marriage, George had been with me at home only a few times. In fact, he was always on business trips. It turned out that he went to the crew to visit Sophia.

At night, Sophia found out that her period was late. Yet, George bought her a hot pack and sanitary pads in the heavy rain. Instead to me, he lightly asked the servant to buy it. He even said that he was embarrassed to buy such things by himself.

Regardless of the size of the festival, he would personally send Sophia luxurious and expensive gifts, starting from priceless jewellery to limited-edition sports cars, various high-end brands and even a European castle. It was none other than because of he was too in love with her and ironically, I always got the gifts that Sophia throws into the trash can.

There was another contact in Whatsapp. I opened it and it showed the picture of me being humiliated for three days. George didn't feel sorry for me at all. Instead, there was a voice note sent and sounded his talking, "Make a haste to deliver the baby. Don’t give her the anaesthesia and painkillers. Otherwise, it will affect the beauty oil. Sophia will be unhappy."

Hearing this, I put down the phone tremblingly. George behind me suddenly woke up and pushed me down on the bed. His eyes were blurred and he looked at me with infinite affection.

"Sophia, you’re so beautiful. I want you."

My heart skipped a beat. Obviously, he was not completely awake. The alcohol and the new face on me made him recognize the wrong person.

I pushed him hard, "George, you’re wrong. I am Jane. I haven't recovered yet. You can't..."

The tearing pain blocked all the words in my throat. He ignored my resistance and struggle. He vented to his heart's content, calling Sophia's name constantly.

The heat flowed out from under me and the blood stained the sheets red. I shed tears numbly. Once again, I became the broken doll thrown in the wasteland.

I had no idea how long it took until George fell down with satisfaction. He then fell asleep and was murmuring, "Sophia, don't worry. I will make Jane pregnant again. You will always have the beauty oil. You are the most beautiful woman."

My heart instantly fell into an ice cave. I called my best friend abroad and asked her to help me arrange a plastic surgery.

After buying myself a ticket to go abroad in three days later, I completely lost my strength. However, I couldn't fall asleep. I just kept my eyes open until dawn, letting the blood under my body cool down and the coldness pierced my bones.

The next day, George woke up and saw this scene and was shocked. He ignored his cleanliness and wiped my body with hot water. He changed the clean sheets and looked guilty.

"Jane, I'm sorry. I drank too much last night. I didn't mean it. I just loved you too much and I couldn't control myself for a while."

Seeing the pain in his eyes, I almost believed it. "It's okay, I'll just go to the hospital and take care of it."

"Shall I go with you?"