The Revenge of Ariana's Love
"Yes. I want to be a wife you can consider! I'm tired of this face, Nathaniel! I'm tired of being insulted! I want to change!"
Nathaniel snorted. He set his coffee cup down on the table roughly, the sound echoing in the quiet room. "Don't be crazy, Ariana! Plastic surgery costs hundreds of millions. I'm not willing to give you that kind of money!"
Ariana's blood seemed to stop flowing.
Too many times she had been insulted, belittled, treated like trash. But this time, something inside her cracked. The wound that had been tightly closed was now gaping, stinging to the bone.