The night before her wedding, Morgan Hayes was hit by a car while trying to save Sebastian Cole.

She was thrown into the air, suffering multiple fractures, and her face was severely disfigured from the impact.

Despite her injuries, Sebastian didn’t turn away from her.

He still married her and continued to cherish and protect her as he always had.

Everyone said Sebastian loved her more than life itself, that his love for her went beyond superficial appearances.

She once believed that too until half a month ago when she discovered he was having an affair with their housemaid.

"Sally, help me schedule a full-face skin graft surgery with Dr. Cook in Haputa."

Hearing Morgan Hayes' request, her best friend Sally Cook immediately sensed something was off.

"Morgan, a full-face skin graft is extremely painful and comes with a high risk of infection. Sebastian loves you so much. Would he really let you take such a risk?"

"I'm divorcing him soon. It's too complicated to explain over the phone. I'll tell you everything once I get to Haputa."

After hanging up, Morgan lowered her gaze to the video playing on a loop on her phone.

In the video, Sebastian Cole was pressing Luna Yates beneath him, moving with urgency.

Luna wrapped her long legs around his waist, her face flushed, eyes hazy with seduction.

"Mr. Cole, can you even get hard looking at your wife’s scarred face?"

"Don't bring her up and ruin the mood," Sebastian panted, slapping her.

"Stop squirming, you little tease. Are you trying to drain me dry?"

Luna pouted, looking half-annoyed and half-coquettish. "You're so mean~"

Morgan and Sebastian grew up together as childhood sweethearts.

The night before their wedding, they were in a car accident while taking their wedding photos.

Morgan threw herself in front of the car to save Sebastian, getting hit and flung into the air.

Her body suffered multiple fractures, and her face was scraped against the pavement, leaving it completely disfigured.

Yet Sebastian never showed any disgust toward her.

He still married her, treating her with the same care and devotion as before.

Everyone said he loved her more than his life, that his love surpassed superficial appearances.

She once believed that too.

But half a month ago, she sensed something was off and secretly hired a private investigator.

Only now, after receiving this video, did she finally realize Sebastian had been cheating on her with their housemaid all along.

The video kept playing on a loop until her phone finally powered off.

She didn't know how much time had passed before the door suddenly swung open.

Sebastian rushed in, pulling her into his arms.

"Morgan, you scared me to death! Why weren’t you answering my calls?"

The scent of sex still clung to him.

Disgust churned in Morgan’s stomach as she shoved him away.

"My phone died."

Luna strolled in leisurely from the doorway, her gaze landing on Morgan’s scarred face, her tone laced with jealousy.

"Mr. Cole, I told you that Mrs. Cole never ever leaves the house. How could anything have happened to her?"

Sebastian shot her a sharp look. "Shut up. As the housemaid, you're supposed to stay by her side at all times.

“How could you not even know that her phone ran out of battery?"

Luna tugged at her clothes, deliberately revealing the kiss marks on her shoulder, and said with a hint of grievance, "My boyfriend came to see me today. I told Mrs. Cole about it."

Back in her third month working as their housemaid, Luna suddenly mentioned to Morgan that she had a boyfriend.

Morgan genuinely congratulated her and even promised to give her a generous wedding gift in the future.

Thinking about it now, she realized what a fool she had been.

Luna had clearly been involved with Sebastian all along and was just flaunting it in front of her.

Sebastian reprimanded, "I made it clear on the very first day that your priority is always Mrs. Cole…"

Tired of their performance, Morgan cut him off. "Fire her."

Both of them froze, turning to look at her.

Luna’s voice trembled as she pleaded, "Mrs. Cole, please don’t fire me. My mother depends on my salary for medical treatment.

“If I’ve done something wrong, just tell me, and I’ll change."

Morgan's tone remained indifferent. "You haven’t done anything wrong. I just don’t like you being too considerate.”

After all, she had been considerate enough to take care of her husband too.

That was a bit too much.

Tears welled up in Luna’s eyes as she turned to Sebastian, who instinctively pulled Morgan into his arms.

"Morgan, Lulu has been dedicated to her work all this time. It was just one mistake. Can’t you forgive her?"

Morgan let out a soft, mocking laugh. "Lulu?"

Sebastian's expression stiffened for a moment before he quickly composed himself. "You always call her 'Lulu' so affectionately. I just picked up the habit."

After saying that, he put on a stern face and turned to Luna. "Miss Yates, if you mess up again, even if my wife forgives you, I’ll fire you immediately."

Luna bowed her head and obediently agreed before retreating under his scolding.

Sebastian then reached into his pocket and pulled out an elegant jewelry box.

He opened it and placed it in front of Morgan.

"Morgan, I had this necklace custom-made at the jeweler’s just for you."

There was no trace of excitement in her gaze as she looked at the expensive diamond necklace.

"I heard that men only shower women with gifts when they feel guilty about something."

She looked directly at him.

"You’ve given me quite a few gifts over the past three months. Did you do something you need to make up for?"

Sebastian's eyes crinkled with amusement, his face perfectly composed.

"Why would you think that? You're my wife. When I see beautiful jewelry, of course, I want to buy it for you."

After dinner, Sebastian personally applied the healing ointment to Morgan’s scarred face before pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

Morgan couldn’t tell which version of him was real anymore.

Unwilling to face his deception any longer, she turned over and pretended to sleep.

The moment she "fell asleep," Sebastian quietly left the room.

Not long after, Luna’s gasps echoed from the living room.

Morgan opened her eyes and peered through the narrow gap in the door.

Luna was straddling Sebastian, dressed in a revealing maid outfit, her sounds growing louder and louder.

Sebastian lifted a hand to cover her mouth, whispering, "Keep it down, or you'll wake Morgan…"

Luna didn’t seem to care.

Panting, she murmured, "I spiked her milk with a sleeping pill. Even if there was a thunderstorm, she wouldn’t wake up."

Her fingers traced circles on Sebastian’s chest. "Besides, don’t you like it when I’m loud?"

Sebastian frowned, warning her, "Be as wild as you want, just not near my wife. You're nothing more than a plaything—know your place."

Luna pouted but nodded obediently before leaning in to bite his throat.

Sebastian finally lost control, flipping her beneath him.

No wonder Morgan slept so deeply every night, only to wake up exhausted and weak the next morning.

Luna had been drugging her with Sebastian’s permission—all so he could indulge himself behind her back.

Silent tears rolled down Morgan’s cheeks.

“Sebastian, you betrayed me first. Now, I’m leaving you.”

Morgan barely slept that night.

The next day was her scheduled follow-up at the hospital.

Sebastian cleared his entire schedule and personally drove her there.

Just as they arrived, they saw a woman with severe burn scars covering her face, crying in anguish on the ground.

"I was disfigured saving you, and now, just two years later, you’ve already found someone new? How can you be so heartless?"

The man looked at her with cold indifference.

"You only have yourself to blame for being so stupid. Just looking at your hideous face every day gives me nightmares!

"I let you keep your title as my wife and didn’t throw you out onto the streets—that’s more kindness than you deserve."

Morgan’s fingers clenched as she watched the scene unfold.

How was this any different from her own situation?

Before she could stop herself, she asked, "Sebastian, is this how you think too?"

Was that why he cheated on her in secret? All because he believed keeping her as his wife was already an act of generosity?

Sebastian’s warm palm caressed the scars on her face. "Morgan, do you not trust me?"

When she remained silent, he spoke more firmly. "I love you for who you are. It has nothing to do with your looks. Whether you're beautiful or not, I love you all the same."

Morgan let out a bitter laugh. "Is that so?"

Sebastian vowed earnestly, "Of course. When we got married, I swore to love only you for the rest of my life."

The words from their wedding vows still echoed in her ears, yet the man who had sworn them was no longer the same.

Inside the hospital, an unexpected sight greeted them—Luna.

Sebastian’s expression darkened as he questioned her. "Why aren’t you at home doing your job? What are you doing here?"

Luna clutched her lower abdomen, her face twisted in pain, but there was unmistakable triumph in her eyes as she turned to Morgan.

"Mrs. Cole, I didn’t mean to skip work. It’s just… my boyfriend was too rough with me last night. You’re a woman too. You understand, don’t you?"

Morgan’s gaze remained indifferent. "Looks like your boyfriend really loves you."

Luna pouted deliberately. "He’s so mean! He left me to come to the hospital alone after doing this to me. He’s nothing compared to how Mr. Cole treats you.

"Oh! My number's about to be called. I’ll head up first."

After Luna left, Sebastian seemed visibly distracted.

He hesitated for a moment before finally saying, "Morgan, I just remembered that a friend of mine is hospitalized here. I’ll go visit him quickly and be right back."

Morgan nodded calmly.

But his idea of "quickly" meant disappearing without a trace.

She didn’t care, though.

After her checkup, she took a cab straight to the visa center to apply for her travel documents.

Meanwhile, Luna updated her social media.

“Feeling sick, but my boyfriend has been taking such good care of me. He even brought me gifts to cheer me up!”

In the attached photo, a diamond necklace in the shape of a crescent moon hung around her neck—identical to the one Sebastian gave Morgan just the day before.

Morgan’s chest tightened.

She closed the app and put her phone away.

Two hours later, Sebastian’s call came through.

His voice was filled with urgency. "Morgan, where are you? I’ve been looking for you everywhere."

Morgan took a deep breath. "I finished my checkup and went home."

Sebastian sighed, sounding guilty. "Morgan, I lost track of time while catching up with my friend. It won’t happen again, I promise.

"Mom wants us to come over for dinner. I’ll drive back to pick you up now."

Dinner at the Cole family estate was a mandatory tradition set by Sebastian's mother, Grace.

This was the moment Morgan dreaded the most.

In the past, it had been tolerable, but ever since her disfigurement, Grace had grown to resent her.

Even though she was scarred saving Sebastian’s life, his mother still believed a woman with a ruined face was unworthy of her outstanding son, let alone the title of the Cole family’s daughter-in-law.

When Morgan was still in a coma after the accident, his mother had repeatedly suggested that Sebastian pay her off and call off the engagement.

As the car pulled into the grand estate, Morgan had just stepped out when a young boy suddenly aimed a large water gun at her and sprayed her.

"Kill the ugly witch! Kill the hideous monster!"

Morgan raised her hand to block the water, but droplets still seeped into her clothes.

The next second, Sebastian grabbed the boy by the collar and smacked him on the backside.

"You’re mean, Uncle! Protecting the ugly monster! You're the worst!"

The boy's wails quickly drew the attention of Grace, who rushed over and shielded her grandson.

"He’s just a child! Kids only speak the truth—calling someone beautiful or ugly is just stating the obvious. Are we not even allowed to be honest anymore?"

Sebastian’s expression darkened. "Mom, Morgan was scarred because of me. If not for her, your son would’ve been dead!

"From today on, I don’t want to hear a single word against Morgan in this house. If I do, we won’t be coming back ever!"

Sebastian’s firm tone instantly brought the atmosphere to a freezing point.

In the past, Morgan would have stepped in to smooth things over, even if it meant taking the short end of the stick.

But now, she simply stood there, watching coldly.

Grace had only one son, and in the end, she had no choice but to back down.

She even made her grandson apologize to Morgan.

At the dinner table, Grace kept piling food onto Sebastian’s plate. "Sebastian, you’ve lost weight again. Eat more."

Then she shot a glare at Morgan.

"They say a good wife should look presentable in public while being capable in the kitchen. Since you clearly lack the first, the least you could do is keep your husband happy with your cooking."

Morgan swallowed her food mechanically, tasting nothing.

"We recently hired a new housemaid. She’s a great cook, and Sebastian enjoys her food."

Grace scoffed. "A housemaid is just a housemaid—she’s not Mrs. Cole. As his wife, you should be the one taking care of these things."

Morgan didn’t reply, just smiled faintly.

Maybe she wouldn’t be Mrs. Cole for much longer anyway.

Sebastian cut in, his voice firm. "Mom, enough. Can we just eat in peace?"

Grace instantly deflated. "Fine, fine. No more talking—let’s eat."

The table finally fell into silence, but Sebastian’s phone kept buzzing.

From the corner of her eye, Morgan caught a glimpse of the message from Luna.

“Mr. Cole, I have a fever. I heard women get even hotter inside when they’re burning up. Want to come test it out?”

Luna attached a private photo of herself in barely-there lingerie.

Sebastian’s face darkened as blood rushed to his head.

He slammed his phone shut, the movement so abrupt that even Grace noticed something was off.

"Sebastian, what’s wrong?" she asked, concerned.

Sebastian quickly stood up. "Mom, something urgent came up at work. I need to take care of it."

Then he turned to Morgan. "Morgan, I might be back late tonight. Go to bed without me."

Without waiting for her response, he hurried out the door.

The moment he left, Morgan lost any desire to stay and endure more of Grace’s attitude.

She stood up, ready to leave as well.

Grace slammed her hand on the table, finally unleashing all the pent-up anger from the night.

"I’m still sitting here, and you’re already leaving? Do you have no manners at all?"

Her voice turned sharp. "Mrs. Cook, Ms. Wood, lock her in the attic! Let’s see if that teaches her some discipline!"

Morgan’s expression turned cold.

"You have no right to lock me up. This is illegal detention."

Grace let out a mocking laugh. "What a joke. A mother-in-law disciplining her daughter-in-law is perfectly justified."

Before Morgan could resist, the two older housemaids grabbed her and dragged her upstairs, shoving her into the dark attic.

Her heartbeat pounded wildly.

Tremors ran through her body.

She had claustrophobia.

The suffocating fear of death wrapped around her like a vice.

The pitch-black room felt like it was hiding monsters, waiting to devour her.

She banged on the door, shouting Sebastian’s name.

In high school, her classmates once locked her in a storage room as a prank.

She had been just as terrified back then.

Sebastian was the one to kick the door open.

Light had poured into the room with him, chasing away the darkness, and for the first time, she felt safe.

From that moment on, she saw him as her salvation.

She loved him, willingly giving up everything for him, even her own life.

But now, no matter how much she screamed, Sebastian never came.

Instead, a basin of ice-cold water was dumped over her.

Mary Wood stood over her, glaring. "Mrs. Cole, you’d better quiet down. If you keep making a fuss, don’t blame us for getting rough."

Soaked to the bone, Morgan was left locked in the attic all night.

It wasn’t until the next morning that the door finally swung open.

Sebastian rushed inside, gathering her shivering body into his arms. "Morgan, I’m sorry. I came back too late…"

The embrace she once considered her salvation now only suffocated her.

She shoved him away and walked toward the door.

The moment she stepped outside, her vision blurred, and everything went black.