That night, the air was bone-chillingly cold, as if describing Ariana's mood that had been frozen in years of suffering. Ariana stood in front of Nathaniel with her hands clenched into fists, her body trembling not from fear, but from the anger she had been harboring. The dim lights in the living room reflected her fragile silhouette, but behind it, there was a fragile blaze of love. "Nathaniel, in the five years I've been married to you, you've never given me more money," she said, her voice soft but filled with pain. "Can I ask for money for plastic surgery?" Nathaniel who was leaning back casually on the sofa looked up, his brows furrowed. His cold eyes looked at Ariana as if she had lost her mind. "Plastic surgery?" he asked, his tone scornful. Ariana nodded. His eyes, which had always radiated sincerity, now contained only despair. "Yes. I want to be a wife you can consider! I'm tired of this face, Nathaniel! I'm tired of being insulted! I want to change!" Nathaniel snorted.
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