Chapter 2

"It's all because of you. Everything is because of you."

He would scream madly while beating me.

I didn't know what I had done to make him this way.

No matter how much I asked, he never gave me a reason.

Every few days he would have another episode, beating me black and blue.

Even when I called the police, they treated it as a domestic matter and didn't want to get involved.

Besides, his family had power and connections. Even if he was taken in, he'd be out quickly.

After each beating, he would kneel and repent.

But then he'd do it all over again.

I tried many times to take him to see a psychiatrist, but he strongly resisted.

Watching him become more unhinged day by day, I couldn't take it anymore and chose to run.

But he found me every single time.

Each time he found me, another even more frenzied beating and abuse would follow.

Later, he became increasingly crazy, even imprisoning me and forbidding me from contacting the outside world.

I broke down. Several times I even thought about death.

I begged him to let me go. He said, "You can never leave me. I became this way because of you. We're locked together for life."

My ex-fiancé Chris said I could never escape him in this lifetime.

I had no parents, no family, no one. I had nowhere to turn for help.

After that encounter, I stayed at Pierce's house.

Every day I helped him with household chores and such.

Pierce said I was so talented, I shouldn't just stay at home all day.

I should shine in my professional field.

But if I went out to work, Chris would find me quickly.

I didn't dare imagine what would happen then.

So Pierce suggested I get plastic surgery.

I was persuaded by his bold idea.

Because I wasn't willing to just live under Chris's shadow like this.

As long as I became another person, Chris wouldn't be able to find me.

Then I could live a normal life.

I thought about it for a few days and agreed to Pierce's plan.

After recovering from the first surgery, the way Pierce looked at me changed.

I remember when the last bandage was removed from my face, Pierce hugged me tightly.

He said excitedly that the surgery was very successful.

Looking at the face in the mirror that had changed so dramatically, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

I thought I could finally escape from Chris.

I was so happy that I overlooked his bloodshot eyes and the tears pooling in them.

Later, he told me it was the most successful surgery he'd ever performed—absolutely perfect.

Now I knew that the "perfection" he spoke of contained the dark "wish" deep in his heart.

A few days after the first surgery, Pierce confessed his feelings to me.

He said I was an angel sent by heaven to save him.

Because of me, he had rediscovered the courage and confidence to live.

Because of Chris, I wasn't ready to immediately enter another relationship.

So I didn't agree right away.

But he wasn't in a hurry.

Slowly, he moved me with his actions and sincerity.

He was someone who paid great attention to detail and creating special moments.

He was good-looking, gentlemanly, and romantic.

Eventually, I fell for him.

Pierce said his angel should be the most perfect woman in the world. He wanted to make me the most beautiful bride.

So he performed several more surgeries on me.