Part 3I Swapped Faces with My Husband’s Mistress

I clearly remembered that Reddit post Marcus made.

He'd said his wife was disfigured, that surgery would be expensive with no guarantee of results. Better to find a beautiful woman and give her surgery to look like me instead.

My head started spinning.

I thought about yesterday, overhearing Marcus on the phone with that woman, talking about surgery.

I couldn't hear my parents' words anymore.

When I got home, I sat alone on the couch for hours, unable to sleep.

Marcus came home after midnight.

Seeing I was still awake, he hung his coat by the door and walked over, trying to put his arm around my waist.

"Why are you still up? Is something bothering you?"

I pushed his hand away. I couldn't hold back anymore.

"I'm so ugly now. How can you even stand to touch me?"

Marcus looked stunned. He stared into my eyes, trying to read something there.

"Don't think like that. I told you, I'll make you look exactly like you used to."

He thought I was having a breakdown over my disfigurement.

I said again:

"You're still lying to me. What's the point?"

Marcus laughed awkwardly. His eyes shifted away and he stood up from the couch.

"I'm not lying. I know you're upset, but trust me. This month, I'll do your surgery. I'll make you look like yourself again."

I couldn't take it anymore.

"You're still lying. How long are you going to keep this up? Why don't you just find some beautiful woman and make her look like I used to? Find yourself a replacement."

Marcus suddenly went silent. He stared at me without saying a word.

To me, his silence was guilt.

I pressed him:

"Why so quiet now? Isn't that what you've been planning all along?"

Marcus grabbed his coat, muttered "You're crazy," and walked out the door.

But I couldn't let it go.

At dawn, I stationed myself outside the hospital and spotted that woman.