I was recovering from reconstructive surgery after a fire. My boyfriend peeled back the gauze, took one look at my scarred face, and vomited on the floor. “You look like a monster!” he yelled, backhanding me across my sensitive skin. “I can’t be seen with this!” He started packing his things, throwing my clothes into the trash can. He didn’t know that my wealthy grandfather had just arrived to see me, and he was watching from the window…
“You look like a monster! I can’t be seen with this!” He didn’t know that the monster wasn’t the woman in the hospital
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