Chapter 2After the Crash, My Husband Gave Me His Dream Girl's Face

A week later, I was discharged from the hospital.

My husband wanted me to rest well at home.

He made soup for me every day, cooked meals, and did physical check-ups.

He not only picked up and dropped off our son at school but also took care of all the housework.

I was happy to see this change in him.

I reached out my right hand, gently stroking my cheek.

If this new face could make me receive so much love, I would try hard to adapt to it.

Even if every time I went to the bathroom in the middle of the night,

Looking at this unfamiliar face in the mirror,

It was like wearing a creepy mask.

One afternoon,

I needed to use the computer to look up some information.

I saw that Jack's document account was still logged in.

Among them, there was a blank document that stood out among a pile of work files.

I opened it, and inside was a record of the girls he had known before.

The first one was Emma Rose's profile, along with her photo.

It detailed her likes, birthday, and so on.

And at the bottom was written:

[In heaven, in my heart, just not by my side]

My body suddenly froze, as if electrocuted.

I quickly scrolled down to view the profiles of other girls.

[Looks very similar, hard to control]

[Voice identical, too ugly]

[Can play the piano, bad temper]

Finally, at the bottom, I saw my photo.

I couldn't believe my eyes, staring at those words as if trying to see through them.

[Name: Lily Grant]

[Body shape most like hers, suitable for marriage]

My heart instantly sank to the bottom.

I always thought I was his true love, the only one in his heart.

No wonder his favorite position was to hug me from behind...

Every time I wanted to lie on my back in bed, he would make me turn around.

He always said gently, "Lily, your back is the most beautiful."

"Don't be shy, let me admire it for a while."

I closed my eyes and bit my lip, the taste of blood filling my mouth.

I took out my phone and called my secretary:

"How's the investigation on that car accident going?"

The secretary told me that the parking lot's surveillance had been damaged.

But the dashcam in my car had picked up a fragment of sound.

However, the sound was broken.

Only "don't blame me" and "bomb" could be clearly heard.

It had been sent to technicians for restoration.

It would take at least 72 hours to recover a small part.

The secretary sighed, "Ms. Grant, although the hope is slim, we'll do our best."

I sent Jack's recording to him.

"Use this audio clip for matching."

I looked at the date, today is February 10th.

[Countdown remaining: 3 days]

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