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

For the next week, Daniel called every night, assuming I was recovering.

He didn’t ask if I was scared. He didn’t ask if I was in pain.

He only cared about the results.

“Can I see?” he asked during one call. “We can switch to video?”

I adjusted the soft scarf around my head. “Still healing.”

“The gala is Saturday,” he said. “You’ll be ready, right?”

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