My Husband’s Ex Botched Her Plastic Surgery, I Were Tortured to Death
I married into the Montgomery family on the same day as my best friend.
She married the powerful, ruthless CEO who holds the reins of Asteria City, while I married his cold-hearted, seemingly gentle younger brother.
On Thanksgiving Day, their first love underwent a botched plastic surgery, and the brothers believed it was our doing—intentional sabotage.
My best friend's domineering husband ruined her face and then discarded her like trash, leaving her to rot in a beggar's den under an overpass.
"Vera’s face is ruined! You won’t keep yours either!" he shouted.
"Even if her face is destroyed, to me, she’s still the most beautiful little angel. If you want to ruin her, I’ll ruin you first!" his brother retorted fiercely.
When I heard the news of my best friend's tragedy, my heart shattered. I blacked out, overwhelmed with grief.
While I was being taken to a clinic for an IV drip, my husband secretly swapped my glucose for sulfuric acid.
"Heh, let’s see how you like the pain of a medical mishap! This is how I’ll heal Vera’s emotional wounds!" he sneered.
A few days later, their anger finally subsided, and they decided to let us off the hook.
"Have those two women crawl out and apologize to Vera!" they demanded.
But how could two corpses ever apologize?