"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?"

Only when I was about to mention the divorce, George's phone lit up. He quickly glanced at it and apologized to me, "Jane, I'm sorry. I have a business banquet to attend today, so I can't accompany you."

He immediately stood by, preparing to go and said in haste, "I should have brought my wife with me, but you're in such a bad condition. I think you should take a good rest. I can go alone."

George put on his clothes and hurried out, leaving me alone. I decided to take a taxi to the hospital. After leaving the hospital, I updated my ID card photo and went to the law firm to print a divorce agreement.

Unconsciously, I walked to the door of the hotel where the business banquet that George mentioned was held and I deliberately walked in. As soon as I entered the hall, I saw an auction going on the stage to liven up this business banquet.

Sophia wore a low-necked fishtail skirt and coquettishly held George's arm. The foreign businessmen next to them kept praising them for being a perfect match.

George did not explain his relationship with Sophia and the corners of his mouth could not help curling up. He bought a sapphire necklace with the Heart of the Ocean at a high price of 200 million dollar. He wore it on Sophia's neck affectionately and made the guests look envious.

[This is Mrs. Wimsley, right? Mr. Wimsley really dotes on his wife. Not counting this necklace, the rings, antique hairpins and jade bracelets just now, add up to more than 10 billion dollars. He bought them without blinking an eye, just to make his wife happy.]

[Oh, Mrs. Wimsley is a big star. If I had such a beautiful wife, I would also dote on her. How face-saving it would be. Did you see the skirt she was wearing? That is the last work of the international fashion godfather. You can't buy it with money. There is only one. Mr. Wimsley begged for a long time to get it. The price is as much as my company's profit for a whole year.]

I looked down at my jeans that had been washed white and smiled bitterly. In the next second, they noticed me and looked surprised, "Who are you? Why do you look like Mrs. Wimsley?"

The voice here caught George's attention. He saw me and hurried over in panic, "Jane, why are you here?"

He then put a diamond ring on my hand and softly said, "This is what I just bought for you. Don't look at the small diamond on it, the material is very rare. I gave up a project worth hundreds of millions to get it. I intend to give it to you, Jane."

I looked at the ring and felt ironic. George thought I just came, so he didn't know that this ring was a gift from the necklace. In his eyes, I only deserved gifts.

Sophia twisted her waist and walked over. She looked at my face sarcastically and touched the Heart of the Ocean on her neck. She sarcastically greeted me.

"How are you, sister-in-law? I bet you understand that although we look the same now, our treatment is completely different. That broken diamond suits your status anyway. I am different. My brother said that diamonds below ten carats are not worthy of me at all. He always gives me diamonds as big as pigeon eggs. It would be fine if they were only big, but he gave me so many that his house couldn't fit them. But I know you are my best sister-in-law. You will never mind with the little trouble, won’t you?"

I clearly knew what she meant. She just wanted to say that I was as cheap and lowly as the gift.

Seeing that I didn't say anything, George thought I was angry and quickly explained, "Jane, it's not like what you think. Sophia is a public figure. Many paparazzi are watching her. She can't be careless about her fashion. I just..."

Before he finished speaking, Sophia suddenly fell into his arms and said weakly, "Brother, my feet are hurt. Maybe I use the wrong size shoes today. I don’t feel comfortable with it."