When Morgan opened her eyes again, the blinding white of the hospital room filled her vision.

Her fingers twitched slightly, instantly startling Sebastian awake.

Relief flooded his expression as he grasped her hand tightly. "Morgan, you’ve been unconscious for two whole days. Thank God you’re finally awake."

The memories of what happened before she passed out came rushing back.

She looked at the man in front of her—the same man who acted as if he cared for her deeply but had already betrayed her.

Morgan could see the affection in Sebastian’s eyes.

But if he still loved her, then why did he cheat?

Was it really just because of her face?

Yet when she first got disfigured, she suggested traveling abroad for full-face graft surgery.

Sebastian stopped her. "Morgan, the procedure is excruciating, and the risk of infection is too high. I can’t let you take that risk.

"Trust me, to me, you’ll always be the most beautiful."

He kissed every scar on her face with reverence, making her believe that he truly didn’t care about her appearance and loved her for who she was.

But now, the same man who once cherished her scars betrayed her, repulsed by the very face he once claimed to love.

Her voice was hoarse as she finally spoke. "Sebastian, you—"

Before she could finish, the hospital door swung open.

A nurse entered, wearing a mask. "Mr. Cole, it’s time for Mrs. Cole’s IV."

She tore open the sterile pack and inserted the needle into Morgan’s hand.

But it missed the vein entirely.

Morgan winced as the nurse pulled the bloodied needle out and tried again.

Pain shot through her hand, and within seconds, bruises spread across her skin.

Sebastian’s expression darkened as he strode forward, shoving the nurse away. "What’s your employee number? I’m filing a complaint!"

Tears welled in the nurse’s eyes as she looked up at him.

"Mr. Cole, I’m just an intern. I haven’t quite mastered the technique yet."

Sebastian froze before snapping, "So you think it’s okay to use my wife as practice? I’m reporting you right now. Come with me to the nurses’ station."

Grabbing her by the wrist, he dragged her out of the room.

But Morgan knew he wasn’t taking her to the nurses’ station because that "nurse" was none other than Luna in disguise.

Morgan quietly followed behind them.

Sebastian led Luna straight up to the rooftop.

"Who told you to come here?"

Luna unbuttoned her nurse’s uniform, revealing the lacy lingerie underneath, and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Mr. Cole, you’ve been stuck at the hospital with your wife these past two days. I missed you."

Sebastian’s anger visibly diminished, his tone no longer as harsh.

"You still shouldn’t have disguised yourself as a nurse and stabbed her like that."

"You’re the one who said I needed to be bolder, didn’t you? I was just practicing!"

"Practicing on my wife? Are you out of your mind?"

Luna pouted, but excitement gleamed in her eyes.

"Alright, alright, I was wrong."

Her fingers trailed downward, teasing him. "Why don’t you punish me, then? Give me a shot instead?"

Sebastian lost the last shred of his restraint.

He grabbed Luna and pushed her against the wall.

Her whimpers echoed across the rooftop, growing louder with each passing second.

Morgan couldn’t watch anymore.

Her body felt numb as she turned and walked away.

Back in her hospital room, the real nurse arrived to administer her IV.

Morgan stared at the clear liquid dripping slowly into the tube, feeling as though her heart was being torn apart, piece by piece.

She had no idea how much time had passed when her phone rang.

It was Sally.

"Morgan, your reconstructive surgery has been scheduled. It’s set for ten days from now. You’ll need to arrive early for the pre-op tests."

Morgan was about to tell her that her visa would be ready in seven days.

But before she could respond, Sebastian’s voice cut through the silence.

"Who’s getting reconstructive surgery?"

Morgan looked up and saw Sebastian standing at the door.

She lowered her voice and said, "Got it," before hanging up the call.

Sebastian strode over to the bedside and asked again, "Morgan, are you getting surgery?"

Morgan remained calm.

"It’s for my friend. Didn’t you say that whether I’m beautiful or not, you’d love me just the same? If that’s true, why would I put myself through the pain?"

Sebastian pulled her into his arms. "Morgan, promise me you’ll never do anything that puts you at risk. I couldn’t bear to lose you."

As they sat close together, Morgan easily noticed the faint marks on the back of his neck—traces of another woman.

Keeping her expression neutral, she gently pushed him away.

"You mentioned transferring all your shares to me before. Does that still stand?"

Sebastian’s gaze softened with affection. "Morgan, when have I ever gone back on my word to you?

"But before, no matter how I insisted, you wouldn’t accept them. What made you change your mind now?"

Morgan curled her lips slightly. "Didn’t you say that once I become a major shareholder, your mother won’t dare to mistreat me anymore?"

At the mention of Grace, guilt flickered in Sebastian’s eyes.

Without hesitation, he called his assistant to draft the transfer documents and have them sent to the hospital.

There were over a dozen documents to sign, and Morgan took the opportunity to slip her prepared divorce papers in at the very end, having him sign them all in one go.

With two major matters settled at once, the heaviness weighing on her heart lightened considerably.

Morgan remained in the hospital for another two days before being discharged.

On the day of her release, Sebastian arrived early to pick her up.

As soon as she opened the car door, her eyes landed on a torn pair of stockings lying in the passenger-side footwell.

A memory flashed in her mind—Luna’s social media post from the day before.

“My boyfriend was too impatient again. Another pair of stockings ruined. Hehe, but I guess it was worth it!”

She attached a screenshot of a five-figure bank transfer.

Morgan calmly shut the front passenger door and slid into the backseat instead.

Sebastian glanced at her through the rearview mirror. "Why are you sitting in the back?"

Now wasn’t the time to tear things apart just yet.

Suppressing the nausea churning in her stomach, Morgan replied, "The backseat is safer."

Sebastian chuckled. "Are you doubting my driving skills?"

Morgan gave a half-hearted response, brushing him off before falling silent.

Halfway through the drive, Sebastian’s phone suddenly rang.

He glanced at the caller ID before declining the call.

But the person on the other end was persistent, dialing again and again—ten, maybe fifteen times—until Sebastian had no choice but to pick up.

As soon as he answered, his expression shifted.

A moment later, he slammed on the brakes.

"Morgan, something urgent just came up at work. Can you take a cab home on your own?"

Morgan’s gaze lingered on his anxious face, and the corner of her lips curled into a faint, self-mocking smile.

"Sure."

At that moment, Luna updated her social media.

“Got into a car accident. Called my boyfriend right away, and he said he’d be here in a second. I love this feeling of knowing I can always count on him.”

The attached photo showed her looking pitiful, her ankle red and swollen.

Morgan opened the car door and stepped out.

Sebastian followed, personally hailing a cab for her.

Only after watching her get in did he rush off in the opposite direction.

As soon as Sebastian drove away, Morgan paid the fare and got out of the cab.

She walked.

For five hours, she followed the familiar roads of her childhood, step by step, until she reached her old family home.

Pushing open the creaky door, she stepped inside.

Underneath an apple tree in the yard, she retrieved a shovel and began digging.

Soon, her fingers brushed against the cool, metallic surface of a time capsule she had buried at eighteen.

Back then, she wrote down her dreams, sealing them away with the promise to unearth them ten years later together with Sebastian.

“I hope to marry Sebastian. I want to have two children with him and love him for a lifetime.”

That was the wish of eighteen-year-old Morgan.

Now, at twenty-eight, she tore the note to shreds.

In its place, she placed her signed divorce papers back into the capsule.

Just as she sealed it shut, hurried footsteps echoed from outside.

Sebastian arrived, panting, his face filled with urgency.

"Morgan, why didn’t you go home? You weren’t answering your phone. I was going crazy looking for you."

Morgan’s voice was calm. "I thought you weren’t planning to come home tonight."

That single sentence struck him with guilt.

"Morgan, I’m sorry. Work has been hectic lately. Once things settle down, I’ll make it up to you."

Morgan curled her lips into a faint smile and handed him the time capsule.

Sebastian turned it over in his hands, his fingers brushing against the lid. "Let me see—what was your wish?"

Morgan pressed down on his hand, her expression serious. "Open it in five days.

"I already fulfilled my past wish. Now I’ve put in a new one. Five days from now, I want you to help me make it come true."

Sebastian nodded, his voice filled with indulgence. "Alright, no matter what it is, I’ll make it happen."

Back at the house, Luna was sprawled on the couch, exuding the presence of a mistress who already took over the house.

Morgan intended to ignore her completely.

But Luna, limping slightly, deliberately stepped in her way.

"Mrs. Cole, you’ve known for a while now, haven’t you?"

With all the social media updates, the deliberately placed kiss marks—Luna refused to believe Morgan was oblivious.

Morgan let out a small, tired smile and met Luna’s gaze.

"So, what now? Are you here to flaunt your victory, or are you hoping I’ll drag you out of here like the homewrecker you are?"

She had already decided she didn’t want a cheating husband.

And with the shares she secured from Sebastian, she had more than enough compensation.

There was no need to lower herself further.

Caught off guard, Luna suddenly found herself speechless.

She planned to provoke Morgan into lashing out, hoping to play the victim in front of Sebastian.

But she hadn’t expected Morgan to be this composed, enduring it all just to keep her position as Mrs. Cole.

Morgan brushed past her and walked straight into the house.

Luna suddenly grabbed Morgan’s hand, her voice trembling with panic. "Mrs. Cole, I know I was wrong…"

Before Morgan could react, Luna threw herself forward, slamming her head against the table.

Blood immediately trickled from the gash on her forehead.

That was the scene Sebastian walked in on.

Luna clutched her bleeding forehead, her eyes brimming with tears.

"Mr. Cole, my leg was hurting, so I couldn’t stand up fast enough to greet Mrs. Cole properly… She got angry and hit me…"

Morgan was momentarily stunned by Luna’s sudden act.

Snapping out of it, she quickly defended herself. "I didn’t. She did this to herself."

Tears streamed down Luna’s face as she sobbed pitifully.

"Why would I risk disfiguring myself just to frame you, Mrs. Cole?"

Sebastian’s gaze flickered between the two women before he finally stepped toward Luna and lifted her into his arms.

"Morgan, I know you wouldn’t do something like this, but Luna’s bleeding badly. I need to take her to the hospital first."

Without another word, he carried Luna out, not even glancing back.

Morgan stood in the empty room, staring at the door.

After a long silence, she let out a self-mocking laugh.

Sebastian claimed to trust her, but his actions spoke louder than his words.

It didn’t matter.

A man who cheats was bound to fall out of love sooner or later.

After that confrontation, Luna stopped pretending altogether.

She openly flaunted her relationship with Sebastian, posting intimate pictures of them together and sending messages to provoke Morgan.

“Morgan, when was the last time you even shared a bed with him? Mr. Cole said just looking at your scarred face makes him want to vomit.”

“He slept with me three times last night. He said he wished he could die in my arms.”

“Do you really think playing the quiet, obedient wife will save you from being replaced?”

Morgan never responded.

She simply read every message, saved the photos and chat logs, and stored them away.

Three days passed in a blur.

Morgan sold her shares in the company, picked up her visa, and immediately booked a flight to Haputa for the next day.

She assumed she wouldn’t see Sebastian again before leaving.

But to her surprise, he came home.

He told her that he fired Luna for being careless with her work.

In reality, he had set Luna up in a lavish penthouse—a gilded cage to keep his mistress tucked away in luxury.

Morgan no longer felt any pain over his lies.

What had once cut her deeply had numbed her over time, until now, she simply didn’t care.

"Whatever you decide," she replied indifferently.

Sebastian wrapped his arms around her from behind, his voice carrying a rare hint of vulnerability.

"Morgan, you’ve been acting strange lately. No matter what I say, you don’t seem to care."

Morgan smirked. "What should I do instead? Disagree with you? Demand that Luna stay on as our housemaid?"

Sebastian hesitated for a couple of seconds before speaking. "Morgan, I’ve been feeling uneasy lately… Like I’m about to lose you."

Morgan turned the question back on him. "And if you did lose me, what would you do?"

Sebastian held her tighter. "I’d go crazy. Morgan, don’t leave me."

Morgan’s lips curled into a slow, unreadable smile.

"Then I’ll be waiting to see you lose your mind."