Chapter 4

When Morgan opened her eyes again, the blinding white of the hospital room filled her vision.

Her fingers twitched slightly, instantly startling Sebastian awake.

Relief flooded his expression as he grasped her hand tightly. "Morgan, you’ve been unconscious for two whole days. Thank God you’re finally awake."

The memories of what happened before she passed out came rushing back.

She looked at the man in front of her—the same man who acted as if he cared for her deeply but had already betrayed her.

Morgan could see the affection in Sebastian’s eyes.

But if he still loved her, then why did he cheat?

Was it really just because of her face?

Yet when she first got disfigured, she suggested traveling abroad for full-face graft surgery.

Sebastian stopped her. "Morgan, the procedure is excruciating, and the risk of infection is too high. I can’t let you take that risk.

"Trust me, to me, you’ll always be the most beautiful."

He kissed every scar on her face with reverence, making her believe that he truly didn’t care about her appearance and loved her for who she was.

But now, the same man who once cherished her scars betrayed her, repulsed by the very face he once claimed to love.

Her voice was hoarse as she finally spoke. "Sebastian, you—"

Before she could finish, the hospital door swung open.

A nurse entered, wearing a mask. "Mr. Cole, it’s time for Mrs. Cole’s IV."

She tore open the sterile pack and inserted the needle into Morgan’s hand.

But it missed the vein entirely.

Morgan winced as the nurse pulled the bloodied needle out and tried again.

Pain shot through her hand, and within seconds, bruises spread across her skin.

Sebastian’s expression darkened as he strode forward, shoving the nurse away. "What’s your employee number? I’m filing a complaint!"

Tears welled in the nurse’s eyes as she looked up at him.

"Mr. Cole, I’m just an intern. I haven’t quite mastered the technique yet."

Sebastian froze before snapping, "So you think it’s okay to use my wife as practice? I’m reporting you right now. Come with me to the nurses’ station."

Grabbing her by the wrist, he dragged her out of the room.

But Morgan knew he wasn’t taking her to the nurses’ station because that "nurse" was none other than Luna in disguise.

Morgan quietly followed behind them.

Sebastian led Luna straight up to the rooftop.

"Who told you to come here?"

Luna unbuttoned her nurse’s uniform, revealing the lacy lingerie underneath, and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Mr. Cole, you’ve been stuck at the hospital with your wife these past two days. I missed you."

Sebastian’s anger visibly diminished, his tone no longer as harsh.

"You still shouldn’t have disguised yourself as a nurse and stabbed her like that."

"You’re the one who said I needed to be bolder, didn’t you? I was just practicing!"

"Practicing on my wife? Are you out of your mind?"

Luna pouted, but excitement gleamed in her eyes.

"Alright, alright, I was wrong."

Her fingers trailed downward, teasing him. "Why don’t you punish me, then? Give me a shot instead?"

Sebastian lost the last shred of his restraint.

He grabbed Luna and pushed her against the wall.

Her whimpers echoed across the rooftop, growing louder with each passing second.

Morgan couldn’t watch anymore.

Her body felt numb as she turned and walked away.

Back in her hospital room, the real nurse arrived to administer her IV.

Morgan stared at the clear liquid dripping slowly into the tube, feeling as though her heart was being torn apart, piece by piece.

She had no idea how much time had passed when her phone rang.

It was Sally.

"Morgan, your reconstructive surgery has been scheduled. It’s set for ten days from now. You’ll need to arrive early for the pre-op tests."

Morgan was about to tell her that her visa would be ready in seven days.

But before she could respond, Sebastian’s voice cut through the silence.

"Who’s getting reconstructive surgery?"