Secrets of a Plastic Surgery Addict and a Desperate Young Lady

"Baby, you know what? Charles is getting more and more disgusting. Do you know how hard it's been for me to stay faithful to you?"

"Ha! That fool thinks he's so devoted. His only talent is making money, but he can't even satisfy his wife. What kind of man is that?"

"Baby, why don't you come over tonight? He's away on a business trip for a week."

That voice was unforgettable. It was Jayden Stewart.

"What? Last night wasn't enough? The front desk said someone complained about the noise coming from our room."

Hearing this, she laughed flirtatiously and began unbuttoning her pants.

"But I miss you."

Suddenly, she looked at the camera, and the screen went black, losing signal.

I watched it all unfold, expressionless.

She couldn't seriously think she'd have a blissful week, could she?

But that camera was just for show.

The real ones were hidden in the living room speaker and by the bedside.

I switched the camera angle. She was bold enough to keep talking while her hand wandered down in the living room.

I hadn't touched her in nearly six months. Every time I had the urge, I dealt with it myself.

The goddess I'd protected for years was saving herself for someone else!

So, it turns out she wasn't without desire, just that it wasn't for me.

Watching her flushed face and her slipping neckline, I took a few screenshots of her full face for safekeeping.

The bold words on the other end of the line continued.

But the more I watched, the more she felt like a stranger. Was this really the woman I used to know?

"Do you think that poor fool would still see you as his innocent goddess if he saw you like this?"

I listened to their flirtatious banter.

In that moment, I realized how cheap she was. All her past vulnerability and sweetness had just been an act for me.

How many times had scenes like this played out behind my back?

My stomach ached again.

I got up and went to the pharmacy. She used to buy all my stomach medicine.

If not for this, I would've thought it was one of the few things she did to show she cared about me.

I bought two boxes of the same medication, but the shape and color of the pills were completely different from before.

The pharmacist said the medicine had never been reformulated.

A chill ran through me.

No wonder my stomach problems had been getting worse, and I'd been having lower back pain lately.

"Luna, you're not just trampling on my pride. You're trying to kill me, aren't you?"

I immediately went to the hospital for a full check-up. The results were just as I expected.

A guy who doesn't drink and barely smokes, and I ended up with kidney failure.

The doctor said that for someone my age and health, I wouldn't have developed this condition unless I'd been on harmful medication for a long time.

I thought about the leftover stomach pills at home. They were my best evidence.

I forced down my anger and headed up to the third floor.

On the way, I used Luna's details to book an appointment under Jayden's name.

Looking at the info on my phone, I realized Jayden wasn't even in gynecology. He was in plastic surgery.

I hadn't looked closely last time, but even though his nose and face had changed a bit, I still recognized him.