When I confronted Evan, his eyes widened in terror, his face draining of color. He staggered backward, muttering, "How can this be? Impossible..." He seemed to have seen something horrifying and couldn't bring himself to look at me again.
The mockery on my face deepened. Can't look at me anymore? Can't accept it? Evan, I've become like this because of you..
The fire had destroyed everything, leaving fifty-two percent of my body burned. My face had suffered inevitably. Despite efforts to restore my appearance, my face bears little resemblance to what it once was, with noticeable differences still apparent.
"Sir, I told you, you've mistaken me for someone else." Seeing Evan's pained and broken demeanor filled her with vengeful satisfaction, and her smile grew even brighter.
"Get out, just get out!" Evan swept everything off the table onto the floor in a rage, his eyes red like those of a wild beast.
I scoffed, picked up a shirt from the floor, draped it over myself, and left without looking back.
From that day on, Evan stopped pursuing me.
I wanted to visit my grandfather secretly. With Evan's men everywhere, I dared not enter his hospital room directly, lingering instead not far from the door.
A woman fainted outside her grandfather’s room. Evan rushed to her, picked her up, and upon seeing her face, he shouted for a doctor with a mix of excitement and panic.
From my hiding spot, I couldn’t see the woman’s face, only the anxious Evan carrying her down the corridor. I grew curious about who she was to cause such distress in Evan.
With Evan gone, his men left their posts outside her grandfather's room.
Now, free from the fear of being discovered by Evan, I visited my grandfather regularly.
From snippets of conversation with hospital staff, I learned that Evan had found the woman he loved—the same one who had collapsed outside my grandfather's room.
Evan began openly displaying his affection, whether at social events or in the media, always with that woman by his side. His gentle and protective treatment of her was extensively covered by the media.
Seeing the face on the big screen, identical to mine—or rather, to the way I looked three years ago—shocked me deeply.
The irony was profound. I had once loved him so deeply I could have sacrificed my own life, yet he would not even spare me a glance. Now, three years later, he lavished love and care on another woman who bore a striking resemblance to me.
I was fetching medicine for my grandfather in the hallway when I encountered Evan.
Sweat chilled the hand holding the medicine. I feared Evan might recognize the medication and realize who I was. Yet, I couldn’t hide it, worried that any sudden movement might catch his attention.
He glanced at me briefly, his look one of unfamiliar, distant coldness, as if he didn’t recognize me at all.
I exhaled in relief.
Reflecting later, I wondered if this had been merely a ploy by him to catch me off guard.
Back at the hotel, after taking a sleeping pill, I quickly fell asleep.
Suddenly, I felt a violent jolt. As I opened my eyes, that familiar handsome face dominated my vision. Confused from just waking up, I thought for a moment that I was experiencing a nightmare.
"You’re awake!"
When his warm, moist kiss landed on my forehead, I realized it was no dream—I had indeed been abducted from the hotel by this man while I slept.
