When we were young, he set off fireworks, which left me with severe burns on half my face.

He promised he wouldn’t be repulsed by me, and I believed him.

Years later, he told his friends, “Now, whenever I look at Amara’s face, I feel like throwing up…”

To make up for it, he took in a captive lover who looked strikingly like the young me.

Eventually, I divorced him to make him happy, but he went mad.