My Husband Made Me Get Plastic Surgery to Match His Status – I Took the Money and Left for ‘Surgery,’ but What I Came Back With Wasn’t What He Expected

The first cut sounded louder than I expected.

My ponytail fell into Marcy’s hands.

I didn’t cry. I just sighed.

“Let’s donate every inch,” I told her.

“To that children’s wig charity downtown?”

“Yes. It should go somewhere where it’s appreciated.”

Marcy picked up the clippers. “All of it? You don’t want a sleek bob or anything?”

When she finished, she turned continue reading …