Chapter 1

Five years ago, I got disfigured saving Farrah.

Everyone thought I couldn’t survive without her.

Yet at tonight’s reunion party, her first love publicly asked her: “If it weren’t for that ugly freak, would you marry me?”

Without a second of hesitation, she nodded. “I would.”

The room fell dead silent, and pitying gazes landed on me.

To everyone’s shock, I broke into a bright grin and clapped enthusiastically. “A broken pot really does find its rotten lid. You two are made for each other―thank God you won’t be ruining my life anymore.”

1

Thirty minutes ago, Landon hosted a dinner party where my girlfriend, Farrah, shared an intimate toast with him at the hotel.

At the exact same time, falling debris scratched deep into my face, and I needed an emergency doctor.

Bleeding and weak, I texted her, begging her to come to the hospital.

She scoffed and scolded me for being dramatic. “You’re already disfigured anyway. What difference does one more scratch make?”

Before hanging up, she frowned and told me to write a formal apology letter to reflect on why I dared to bother her over such a trivial thing.

In that instant, it felt like my heart was bleeding out just like my face.