Destroying the Homewrecker Who Stole My Youth

Summary

Every time my husband's newly hired assistant underwent another cosmetic procedure, a new wrinkle appeared on my face.

Leaning on her increasingly refined beauty, she rose effortlessly through high society, earning praise as an "ageless goddess." Meanwhile, I—the rightful lady of a wealthy household—aged so rapidly that in just three months, I looked like her mother.

Clutching her cosmetic treatment bills in one hand and my medical report in the other, I confronted my husband. Instead, he shoved me to the ground, his eyes cold as ice.