Two years had passed since I married Fred. Life had changed so much. I was no longer the woman I used to be. The beauty that once made me famous was gone, stolen by an accident that left a scar on my face. But I had learned to live with it.
Now, I am two months pregnant. A new life was growing inside me. I thought maybe, just maybe, things were finally looking up.
I went to the hospital that day for a routine antenatal check-up. I never expected to meet someone who could change my life.
The doctor walked in. He was tall, well-dressed, and had piercing blue eyes. He looked at me carefully, his gaze settling on my scar.
"Good afternoon, ma’am. My name is Dr. Andrew. I’m a plastic surgeon from Europe," he said, his voice calm and professional. "May I ask what happened to your face?"
I stiffened. No one asked about my face anymore. People just stared, whispered, and pitied me. But something about his tone made me feel safe.
I hesitated, then took a deep breath. "It happened two years ago… during a pageant. A stage light fell. I don’t remember much after that."
Dr. Andrew nodded. He stepped closer, studying the scar with a focused expression. Then he smiled.
"I can fix it," he said simply.
I stared at him. "You can?" My voice trembled.
"Yes. The damage isn’t permanent. I can make your face look the way it was before," he said. "It won’t be easy, but it’s possible and then he handed me his complimentary card, " I told him but my husband brought experts from all around the world and was told they couldn't fix my face. They said the damage permanent
He said well I am telling you that your scar is an easy procedure, you have my card just let me know when you're ready.
Hope. It was something I hadn’t felt in so long but couldn't help but wonder if the surgeons were lying to Fred. But I was so excited. My heart pounded with excitement.
"Thank you, Doctor!" I said. "I need to tell my husband!"
I rushed out of the hospital, barely feeling the ground beneath my feet. I imagined Fred’s reaction. He would be happy. He would tell me I was beautiful no matter what, but deep down, I knew he missed how I used to look.
When I reached home, I was about to open the door when I heard a voice.
A woman’s voice.
A familiar voice.
I froze.
"Oh, Fred, you’re so evil," the voice said. "Look at what you did to Suzanne’s face. You pretended to love her. You married her just to ruin her, you even lied to her that her scar can never be fixed.
My body went cold.
Good thing I paid the surgeon well to lie to her. You know I would do anything for you audrey," the woman continued. "And now, because of you, I am Miss World. The spotlight is finally mine." But I'm worried Suzanne might find out our little secret .
I couldn’t breathe. My head felt light. My hands trembled.
Fred’s voice came next, low and amused. "You worry too much, Audrey. Suzanne will never find out."
Audrey.
My biggest rival in the fashion world. The woman who always came second. The woman who hated me.
A sharp pain stabbed through my chest.
The bag in my hands slipped and hit the floor.
Silence.
Then, footsteps.
The door opened, and Fred stood there. His face paled when he saw me.
"Sweetheart," he said quickly. "How long have you been standing there?"
I swallowed the lump in my throat. I couldn’t let him see my pain. I couldn’t let him see me break.
"I just got here," I lied. My voice was calm. Too calm.
Fred forced a smile. "Come inside. There’s someone I want you to meet."
I stepped inside, my body moving on its own. My heart was still racing.
And then I saw her.
Audrey.
She looked the same as ever. Perfect. Elegant. Fake.
"Hi, Suzanne," she said smoothly. She stretched out her hand. "Long time no see."
I wanted to slap her. I wanted to scream. But I didn’t.
I smiled. I took her hand and shook it. "Long time," I said.
Fred beamed, oblivious. "You must be tired from the hospital visit," he said. "Go rest."
I nodded and walked upstairs. I held everything in until I closed the door behind me.
Then, I broke.
Tears spilled down my cheeks. My hands clutched my belly. My baby. My innocent child. How could Fred do this? How could he betray us like this?
Minutes passed. Maybe hours.
Then I heard it.
The sound of a car starting.
I stood up, my legs weak, and walked to the window.
Outside, Fred was standing by the car. Audrey was with him.
Then, right before my eyes, he kissed her.
Not a quick kiss. Not an accident. A deep, passionate kiss.
I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces.
Fred pulled away, smirking, before getting into the car. Audrey laughed, sliding in beside him.
And then, they drove away.
Leaving me alone.
