Chapter 3

03

The moment the blade sliced my skin, a blood-curdling scream erupted from the next room.

Viviene's assistant ran in, looking panicked. "Boss! The model who wanted the leg extension… she's suddenly paralyzed!"

Viviene didn't even flinch. The surgical thread danced between her fingers.

"Tell her it's a normal reaction."

When she looked up, I realized she wasn't seeing me. Her eyes reflected the face of a young man.

It was the rich kid who had requested a height increase yesterday.

My vision began to blur. A chorus of whispers filled my ears.

I heard influencers complaining about their chins and models crying about their legs. I even heard an old woman's voice.

"Give her my wrinkles… give them to her…"

In the mirror, my face was transforming into Viviene's. Meanwhile, stretch marks from my pregnancy were appearing on her cheeks.

"Can you feel it?" Viviene whispered in my ear, her voice like sandpaper.

"Everyone I change leaves their most hated parts with me. And I… I leave them with you."

She suddenly yanked my shirt open. A burn scar had appeared on my lower back.

It was the mark of a gang leader who had asked to remove a tattoo last week.

The livestream tips started flooding the screen. Someone commented, "Look at Vivi's neck! A new mole just appeared!"

Viviene touched her neck. It was the exact birthmark my daughter was born with.

Her face turned pale instantly. The surgical knife clattered onto the floor.