My Ex’s Love for Ugly Women

That day, I accompanied Caspian to an art exhibition.

It was hosted by one of Caspian's artist friends.

This was the first time Caspian had taken me to meet his friends. I was terrified of embarrassing him, so I spent a good while in the dormitory getting ready, trying to make my face look as presentable as possible.

I wore a long dress, high heels, and a delicate handbag, hoping to catch Caspian's eye.

But Caspian glanced at me casually and said, "Did you put on makeup?"

"Uh... yeah."

"Next time, don’t bother. You look better without it."

Ouch, that stung. But I didn’t want to argue with him, a typical straight guy.

Sometimes Caspian would casually say things that stung. After seeing the humiliated look on my face, he seemed to enjoy it more, though he would always try to cheer me up afterward.

I linked my arm with his as we entered the exhibition, but not long after, we were called over by a bright, clear voice.

"Caspian, I’ve finally caught up with you."

I turned around and saw a woman, elegant and refined, with long, straight black hair. She looked like the kind of sweet, gentle first love you’d see in an anime.

The way she looked at Caspian was soft, full of affection, and something in me told me their relationship was far from simple.

But when Caspian looked at her, there was nothing but disgust in his eyes.

"What are you doing here? I told you, we’re done."

It was clear—this was Caspian's ex-girlfriend.

I felt a pang of jealousy. Caspian's ex was absolutely stunning, like a goddess. Compared to her, I was nothing—she was a natural beauty, while I was just... well, me.

It seemed Caspian wasn’t immune to looks after all...

The woman swayed slightly, trying to reach for Caspian's hand.

"I really regret it, Caspian. Can you give me another chance...?"

"My girlfriend is right here. Show some respect!" Caspian said sharply, pulling me away as he stormed off.

I couldn't understand it—Caspian seemed to have an intense dislike for any beautiful woman who approached him.

The more attractive the woman, the stronger his aversion seemed to be.

But I didn’t think much about it at the time. I convinced myself it was because he loved me so much.

Even though everyone knew Caspian was my boyfriend, no one really believed in our relationship.

Some even thought Caspian was just playing me for money.

Nonsense. Who would run a scam like that without asking for a penny, and even paying me thousands of dollars each month?

Caspian and I were always together. After a big meal, if I got acne from overeating, I’d feel frustrated, but Caspian would kiss me and tell me how cute I looked, even with pimples.

Time and time again, I found myself falling for the "love makes you beautiful" cliché.

And so, our relationship continued to grow stronger.

On our three-month anniversary, I shared a couple picture of us online.

My post quickly attracted a lot of comments, but most of them were negative.

Some people sarcastically said I must be a rich woman keeping a pretty boy. Others accused me of trying to get attention.

Some were even more blunt, saying that Caspian was a beautiful flower stuck in cow dung.

Meanwhile, I also received numerous private messages from cosmetic surgery clinics.

"Sweetie, your boyfriend is so handsome. Aren’t you worried he might leave you? Aren’t you afraid another beautiful woman might steal him away?"

"Come to our clinic! We’ll give you a complete makeover, and you can surprise your boyfriend!"

Reading those messages, I hesitated. After all, plastic surgery wasn’t a small thing. With so many horror stories online, I was honestly scared.

But the beauty consultant was so eager, offering me a free consultation.

Maybe... I could just go and see what they had to say?