The day before the modeling competition, I was locked inside my house when a sudden fire broke out.
By the time I was rescued, my face was torrn open and my body was covered in severe burns.
Outside the operating room, Mom cried like her heart was being torrn apart, blaming herself again and again for accidentally locking the door.
My fiancé, Kenneth Thornton, called in every dermatologist in the city, vowing to restore my looks.
But then I heard Mom's shaky voice outside.
“Kenneth, even if it’s to help Carrie succeed in the modeling competition, isn’t it going too far for us to set the fire and lock the door, leaving Linda disfigured?”
Kenneth scoffed. "If Linda weren't so vain and selfish, I wouldn't have had to take such drastic measures. She knew Carrie was battling depression, but still flaunted her figure in front of her. All she lost was her face and some skin. Carrie lost her happiness. This is what Linda owes her.
"Don't worry. I'll marry Linda. As my wife, no one will dare whisper behind her back. Even if she's hideous, I'll treat her well. She should be grateful."
Destroying my health and career was treating me well?
I clenched my teeth until my jaw ached, the cold and pain raging in my bosom.
The man I loved. The mother who claimed to love me. I don’t want either of them anymore.
