He Burned Me For Her!

It all started with a spilled drink—my drink, all over my husband's girlfriend's dress.

Next thing I knew, scalding hot oil splashed across my face.

As I crumpled to the ground in agony, he gently covered her eyes.

"Don't look, sweetheart. You might get scared."

His voice was cold, detached. "That's what you get for hurting Claire. Next time, it won't be just a burn."

Through the searing pain, I just nodded calmly.

Later, in the hospital lobby, I overheard Ethan and his friends talking about me.

"Seriously, man, why are you even picking her up? She's got legs. Let her walk."

Ethan scoffed. "My dad's orders. Wants me to bring her home."

"Your dad's lost it. Why'd he ever make you marry someone so… embarrassing?"

Ethan's frown deepened. "No idea. If it weren't for him, I would've divorced Lily a long time ago."

Just then, he noticed me standing there.

His friends took one look at my burned face and burst out laughing. "Look at her! She's even more ruined than before!"

Claire quickly jumped in, all fake concern. "Lily, they're just joking. Don't take it personally. So what if your face is messed up? You're already married anyway."

Her words just fueled the cruelty. Everyone knew—Ethan didn't love me. His heart belonged to Claire.

Hearing it from her lips made me feel like the world's biggest joke.

I used to cry. Not this time. I just nodded quietly and moved toward the car.

Ethan stopped me, jingling his keys. "Claire and I need the car today. Walk."

I clenched my fists, swallowed the bitterness, and turned away.

Ten minutes later, his car pulled up beside me, blocking my path.

I walked around it. He hesitated, then got out, grabbed my arm, and shoved me into the driver's seat.

He and Claire slid into the back.

"You drive," he said, his voice like ice.

Then they started kissing. The sound filled the car—wet, loud, meant to humiliate.

I drove calmly, eyes ahead, pretending not to notice.

After a while, Ethan pulled back and glared at me. "Pull over. Somewhere quiet. By the river."

I did. He started fumbling under Claire's shirt, smirking at me.

"What are you still doing here? You think I'd ever want you? Your face makes me sick. Get out."

Clothes began hitting the floor. I reached over, grabbed Ethan's jacket from the passenger seat, and tossed it into the back.