When I was young, I saved Hector from a fire and left an indelible scar on my back.

For this, I gave up my beloved classical dance!

He once kissed the hideous wound and said I was the most beautiful one in his heart and that his love for me as unforgettable.

Ten years later, I overheard a conversation between him and his friend.

"Zoe may be capable and beautiful, but the scar on her body is disgusting."

"Touching her triggers a stress response in me. How can she compare to the tender and lovely girls with smooth skin?"

Hector, belittling me wouldn't elevate you. Now, I was beyond your reach!

***

At two o'clock in the morning, I woke up, thirsty.

By chance, I overheard Hector complaining on the phone in his study with his friend.

"I dare not enter the bedroom now, for fear that she will make me have sex with her!"

"What's the point of Zoe 's pretty face? Do you want the ugly scar on her back?"

"Delicate and tender young girls are much better. Just thinking about them turns me on."

I couldn't believe that such malicious words were spoken by Hector, who has always been close to me.

We had been staying in separate rooms for three months.

I often stayed up late, working for a promotion.

He was worried about affecting me, so he voluntarily moved to the study.

I foolishly thought he was being considerate.

I didn't expect that he was just disgusted with me and didn't love me anymore.

Ten minutes later, Hector hurriedly left home.

He was probably too eager to see someone that he didn't even turn off the computer.

I sat in front of his computer, quietly watching the real-time updates of his chat.

A pink avatar named Monica popped up.

"It's late at night. Won't your wife suspect you?"

"She's asleep. I sneaked out."

"Hurry up, I miss you so much!"

Hector immediately replied, "Baby, clean yourself up and wait for me, I'll be there soon."

Twenty minutes later, Hector sent another message.

"Baby, open the door."

The chat stopped.

We were both adults.

It was obvious what they were doing at the moment.

I held the mouse and scrolled up to look at their chat records.

My hand couldn't stop trembling.

The girl named Monica was a famous internet celebrity.

Hector had given her a lot of gifts.

Three months ago, they made an appointment to meet offline.

That day happened to be the release of a new movie, and I planned to invite Hector to go to the cinema together and enjoy a good time with him.

But Hector declined, using working overtime as an excuse.

Now, I knew that on that night, they went to see that movie together.

Monica often took the initiative to send Hector her sexy and charming photos.

Her skin was indeed fair and tender.

Even through the screen, I could feel the youthful atmosphere.

Hector would transfer money to her every now and then.

Sometimes it was one thousand or two thousand, and sometimes it was tens of thousands.

Their conversations were so obscene that it shocked me.

I had known Hector for so many years, but I never knew his taste was so awful.

I suppressed the urge to vomit and calmly saved screenshots of their conversations and transfer records.

Then, I restored the computer interface to its original state.

I went back to my bedroom and went to sleep.

The next morning, Hector quietly returned.

He pulled me up from the bed and handed me a tube of ointment as if presenting a treasure.

"Darling, this scar removal ointment is recommended by a famous Internet celebrity. It is said to be very effective."

Saying that, he pleasingly winked at me. "Don't be too touched, I still have something to do at the company. I have to go."

His voice was as gentle as always.

After Hector left, I looked at the ointment he left behind, and my thoughts drifted back to ten years ago...

Hector and I grew up together since we were young, and we could be considered childhood sweethearts.

That summer vacation, his home suddenly caught fire.

At that time, there was only him in the house, but he had just broken his leg playing basketball not long ago and couldn't escape from the fire on his own.

Ignoring the dissuasion of others, I rushed into the fire without hesitation and carried the almost suffocated Hector out.

Although I successfully rescued Hector, I got a palm-sized burn on my back.

For this, I gave up my beloved classical dance.

Hector held me and cried for a long time after knowing it.

He said he owed me a life, and he didn't want anyone else in this lifetime except me.

I didn't take his words seriously.

The second year, he applied to the university where I was studying.

Hector was handsome and many girls liked him, but he only treated me well.

My roommates envied me, saying that I had a devoted little fanboy.

I didn't want him to choose me out of guilt.

After several rejections, he said with red eyes, "Zoe, I have liked you since I was young. You are the only one in my heart. Please don't drive me away..."

I finally succumbed.

Hector once kissed the scar on my back affectionately, saying it was the mark of our love.

But now, he pretended to love me while despising my ugly and disgusting scar.

If I hadn't seen his flirtatious messages with someone else and the large sum of money he transferred, I would even suspect that last night was just a nightmare.

Tonight, Hector came home early and looked disappointed at the empty dining table.

"Honey, haven't you cooked dinner yet?"

No matter how busy I was, I always prepared meals for him when he came home from work.

But at this moment, I was working in front of the computer and not looking at him. I said in a flat voice, "I've already eaten dinner, you can order takeout for yourself."

Hector's expression became gloomy, but he tried to endure it.

He forced a smile and changed the subject, "How is the scar removal ointment I gave you this morning?"

"It's useless. I've thrown it away."

Hector couldn't hold it anymore, his face turned extremely gloomy.

"Zoe, how could you disappoint my sincere feelings?"

I looked up and asked, "What? Are you disgusted with the scar on my back now?"

A trace of guilt flashed in his eyes, and he stammered, "How is that possible? Don't think too much."

The atmosphere in the room became a bit oppressive, and after a while, Hector couldn't sit still.

He pretended to answer a phone call.

Then, he picked up his coat on the sofa and said, "My superior arranged a business trip for me. I won't be back tonight."

After I took a shower at night and just lay on the bed, Hector called.

I answered the call, but there was silence on the other end.

I thought it was a mistake and was about to hang up when I heard Hector's voice.

"Baby, your skin is tender and smooth. You're so fragrant."

The girl coquettishly said, "Hector, compared to that old woman, who do you like more?"

What followed was the sound of panting during a kiss.

Hector's voice was hoarse. "Darling, don't mention her at a time like this."

"Hector, tonight, you are mine..."

"Everything is for you. They are all yours."

The following conversation between them left me dumbfounded.

Fortunately, I pressed the recording button when I heard Hector's voice.

It seemed that he wanted to show off to me.

I found the ID of that Internet celebrity named Monica on a social platform.

She updated frequently and had many fans.

Her latest update was a slightly sexy short video.

In the video, she held up her phone and took a selfie in front of the mirror with a satisfied expression.

Behind her, a man embraced her slender waist and passionately kissed her neck.

The man's head was lowered, so his face couldn't be seen, but I recognized his clothing and hairstyle at a glance. It was Hector.

I didn't feel too sad and even followed her account.

The next day at work, I received a large bouquet of flowers ordered by Hector.

Shortly after, he called me.

"Zoe, I met some difficulties on this business trip. I probably won't be able to come back for a few days. Remember to miss me."

I didn't respond and hung up the phone.

I casually looked at Monica's homepage and sure enough, she updated her status early in the morning.

It was a picture of a bunch of fresh flowers.

And the caption said, "I hope that every morning when I open my eyes, I can see him and my favorite flowers."

Which woman didn't love flowers?

When Hector was pursuing me, he would send me a bouquet every day.

Later, when we got together, I asked him to save some money, so he restrained himself a bit and only sent me flowers on special days or when he made me angry.

A colleague couldn't have enough of this bouquet and said, "Zoe, I envy you so much for having such a romantic husband."

I smiled and said, "Do you like it? I'll give it to you."

I didn't care about such a hypocritical love.