Chapter 1After the Crash, My Husband Gave Me His Dream Girl's Face

My childhood sweetheart, Jack, is the director of one of the most expensive plastic surgery clinics in the city.

He always complained that my nose wasn't high enough, my lips weren't full enough, and my eyes weren't big enough.

"I can do the surgery for you for free anyway," he would say.

"Lily, don't you want to be more beautiful?"

I never cared, believing that what my parents gave me was the best.

After a car accident, my face was completely ruined.

My husband finally got his chance.

He reconstructed my face to look like the love of his life.

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After the car accident, I lay semiconscious on the operating table, and the last thing I heard was:

"Quick, bring that photo over here."

"Make sure the patient's face after the surgery looks exactly like the one in the picture."

A nurse hesitated and said:

"The patient hasn't regained consciousness yet. Is it okay to do plastic surgery directly?"

A voice I knew all too well spoke up.

"It's fine, she's my wife. I'll decide what her second face will look like."

I woke up from the excruciating pain all over my body.

What I heard was the noisy beeping of machines and my husband's voice.

He excitedly said, "Lily, you're awake! You're finally awake!"

"Do you know? You've been in a coma for nearly three months."

I looked around in confusion.

As my memory returned, I realized I had survived a car accident.

At this moment, I felt that my face was wrapped in bandages. It hurt so much.

I asked Jack desperately:

"Honey, what happened to my face? Is it disfigured?"

His eyes reddened, and he nodded painfully.

"After your car accident, the vehicle exploded immediately. It's a miracle you survived. But your face..."

Jack trailed off, seemingly unable to continue.

I pleaded, "Can I see what I look like now?"

"Okay, you've recovered enough now."

He slowly, carefully unwrapped the thick bandages for me.

With trembling hands, I held up the mirror.

The face reflected in it shocked me to my core.

This, this was clearly the face of the pianist he adored!

Every line, every contour, matched that person's face perfectly.

At this moment,

The way Jack looked at me was full of fascination and intoxication.

As if he was admiring the most perfect work of art in the world.

It gave me chills.

Eyes wide, I screamed in horror:

"Jack, what have you done to me?!"

"Why? Why do I look exactly like Emma Rose?"

He looked pained, gripping my shoulders tightly, and said:

"Lily, that accident completely destroyed your face."

Then, he spoke with difficulty.

"To restore it, I tried everything I could and did my best to make you look beautiful through plastic surgery."

"I know this is absurd..."

"Maybe I've watched her performances too many times, and I couldn't help but reshape you to look like her during the surgery."

In the past, my husband often flew to watch Emma Rose's performances.

He never missed a single one, whether at home or abroad.

Even if it meant missing our son's first birthday party.

Even if it meant missing my mother's funeral, leaving me to bear everything alone...

And I simply thought he was just a fan, trying my best to understand him as his wife.

At this moment, my hands trembled uncontrollably as I clawed at my face.

My nails dug deep into the skin, wanting to peel off this face that didn't belong to me.

Seeing this, Jack quickly pounced on me, using all his strength to control my hands.

"Lily, can you just pretend you're her twin sister?"

"I promise I'll love you more and give you everything you want."

He held me in his arms, his tears soaking my clothes.

"Just don't leave me..."

That night, I slept deeply.

I had no idea that he was intimately holding Emma Rose, standing by my hospital bed.

"You like my son Tommy very much, don't you? In a few years, when he gets used to this face, I'll let you be his new mom."

"How could I let you go through childbirth? This is an opportunity for you to become a mother painlessly."

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