I was more than pretty
Onyesbetrayed by my fiancé i seduced my bossi gave them my kidneys they gave me hatred
she said, tilting her head.
I didn’t respond.
“It’s good,” she added after a moment. “Like you’re finally coming into your own.”
I looked at her, then at my tea, and waited. Because with Serena, compliments always came with knives.
And sure enough, she twisted one a second later.
“You’re not… thinking about getting the surgery again, are you?”
Her tone was soft—too soft. Like she was offering concern instead of cruelty.
But I heard it.
The reminder.
You were ugly once. You fixed yourself for love. And it still wasn’t enough.