Chapter 4After the Crash, My Husband Gave Me His Dream Girl's Face

In the afternoon, I was lying at home reading a book.

Suddenly, my best friend sent me a message saying she saw my husband on a date with a woman.

I quickly changed my clothes, put on a mask, and hurried to the marked location.

It was an elegant café.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I immediately saw the familiar figure.

Jack was holding her hand with such adoration.

He bowed his head reverently, constantly kissing those hands that had played countless melodies.

"Don't worry, tomorrow's concert will go smoothly. I'll be sitting in the front row watching you perform."

Emma Rose smiled gently, even her smile was so elegant.

"Jack, I knew you would come to every performance."

"With you in the audience, I feel very secure."

Jack embraced her:

"Darling, I've prepared a surprise for you, I'll tell you after the concert is over."

"Get a good rest tonight, call me if you can't sleep."

He drove Emma Rose home, and I followed closely behind in a taxi.

To my surprise, Jack came down shortly after sending her up.

The time was so short.

Not enough time for him to do more to betray me.

However, it wasn't until the evening that I understood the reason for all this.

The unfamiliar scent on Jack's body told me:

He simply didn't want to tire her out, he came back to exhaust me instead.

That night, he hurt me a lot.

He had pure love with his ideal woman.

Yet he played cruel games with me, his childhood sweetheart of over twenty years.

At this point, I finally understood.

True feelings can change in an instant, love cannot be begged for.

[Countdown remaining: 1 day]

The next day.

Jack took me to the concert together.

I was also curious about what gift he would give to Emma Rose.

I have to admit, hearing the music played by my husband's lover.

No matter how beautiful the melody, to me it was like a saw cruelly cutting through my body.

After the concert ended, Jack told me to go home first by myself.

I agreed verbally but secretly followed behind him.

My footsteps were light, but my heartbeat was heavy.

From inside the dressing room came their voices.

I saw Jack's eyes full of deep affection as he solemnly handed her a stack of papers.

"Emma, this is my gift to you."

Emma Rose took it and flipped through it, asking:

"What do you mean by giving me two medical reports?"

He slowly leaned forward, pointing at the words on the report:

"This is my medical report, and Lily's pre-pregnancy check-up."

"You've always wanted a baby, right? But I can't bear to let you go through childbirth, it's too painful. And pregnancy would affect your global tour schedule."

As he spoke, he gently stroked the back of her hand with his other hand.

"So we just need to implant our fertilized egg into Lily's womb, and she will take good care of our baby."

Emma Rose was stunned for a moment, her brows furrowed: "Wouldn't that be very risky?"

At this point, the corners of his mouth turned up, revealing a cruel smile.

"Don't worry, I've arranged everything - the hospital, the doctors. As for that stupid woman, she'll be too happy to have a child for me to suspect anything."

"Everything is prepared, just waiting for your consent."

Jack's body leaned slightly forward, his face full of anticipation, waiting for the answer he most desired.

I stood motionless like a statue outside the door.

Silently listening to the whole process.

The scene before me was truly sickening.

My teeth bit down hard on my lower lip, almost drawing blood.

Jack, are you even human anymore?!

My womb will never be the sinful cradle for your child.

With such humiliation and pain, I just wanted to escape this terrible place immediately.

I turned and left, melting into the crowded crowd, slowly walking home.

At some point, the mask on my face was squeezed off by the crowd.

The fans next to me, who had been excitedly chatting, suddenly caught sight of me and uncertainly called out:

"Emma Rose! Is that you?"

But quickly, he shook his head, denying himself:

"No, how could she be here, and Emma isn't this short."

I quickly lowered my head, trying to use my hair to completely cover this face of mine.

As soon as these words were spoken, several fans around gathered over, one of them couldn't help but swear:

"Holy shit, how does this woman look exactly like Emma Rose!"

They all cast strange glances at me, taking out their phones to photograph and video me.

Some even suddenly became enraged, grabbing a bottle of mineral water and throwing it at my head.

"Where did this bitch come from, trying to imitate our idol's face, so disgusting!"

The moment the bottle hit my head, I felt dizzy.

"I'm not, I didn't..." I opened my mouth, but my voice got stuck in my throat, unable to defend myself.

A young man with dyed yellow hair rushed over, slapped me hard, and said viciously:

"How dare you imitate her!"

Then, someone else threw their drink at me, instantly soaking my clothes.

Those strangers, driven by emotion, instantly turned into demons, angrily punching and kicking me.

It wasn't until security guards hurriedly arrived that they managed, with great effort, to disperse these people who had lost their reason.

In the early hours of the morning, standing on the empty street, I wiped away the blood from the corner of my mouth.

Just then, my phone rang. I numbly answered the call from my secretary.

"Ms. Grant, the original audio matches 98.99% with the voice you sent over."

"Hello? Ms. Grant, are you still there?"