Part 2I Swapped Faces with My Husband’s Mistress

Marcus glanced at the report and smiled.

"I'll schedule everything as soon as possible. Within two weeks, we'll have the surgery done."

I mumbled agreement and went home, my mind full of doubts.

I lay in bed, unable to sleep. Why would Marcus do my surgery if he already had someone else?

Maybe he wanted to appease me first, then find an excuse to divorce me later.

After all, even the best plastic surgery couldn't completely restore my beauty.

Maybe I should just ask for a divorce.

I wouldn't make a scene.

I didn't want to be anyone's burden.

The next afternoon when Marcus went to work, curiosity drove me to follow him to the hospital.

That's when I saw her. A young woman, laughing and talking with Marcus.

I stood there, stunned.

The girl's silhouette looked familiar. I felt like I'd seen her somewhere before, but I couldn't remember where.

She was bold. She wrapped her arms around Marcus and kissed him on the lips. Then he led her inside the hospital.

I wanted to follow them, to see what this girl actually looked like.

But someone grabbed my arm.

I turned around. It was my mother.

I froze.

"Mom, what are you doing here?"

My mother looked anxious and pulled me back.

"Honey, come home with me. This isn't what you think."

Tears filled my eyes. I felt completely betrayed.

So my mother knew. She knew Marcus was cheating on me.

"Mom, you've known about this all along, haven't you?"

My mother nodded and practically dragged me into a car, taking me to my parents' house.

My dad was inside, smoking, his eyes distant.

When he saw me, he pulled me to the couch and said:

"Your mother went to check on you today and saw you following Marcus. She called me to come home and talk to you."

I sat down on the couch. I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror, half my face wrapped in bandages, and I broke down crying.

I pointed at my father through my tears.

"I'm ugly now, so Marcus doesn't love me anymore. You both knew he was cheating and you didn't tell me. Is it because you think I'm worthless now? You think if I get divorced, I'll just be a burden to you?"

I could guess what they were thinking.

They didn't want me to get divorced.

With my ruined face, finding someone else wouldn't be easy.

I sobbed:

"Are you going to tell me it's normal for men to fool around?"

But my mother waved her hands frantically.

"Honey, don't think like that. Divorcing now wouldn't help you at all."

"Marcus is a plastic surgeon. You still need him to fix your face. Once the surgery is done, if you really don't want to stay with him, you can divorce him then. It's not too late."

My dad exhaled a cloud of smoke and frowned.

"Your mother's right. We're not trying to hide things from you. We're thinking about what's best for you. Be practical. Once your face is fixed, you can kick Marcus to the curb. We won't stop you."

My anger started to fade.

But... would Marcus really perform the surgery on me?

Suddenly, I wasn't sure anymore.