“Two years back, I had this crazy skin allergy. I decided to seize the opportunity and play the part of an ugly duckling, all just to mess with your head and make you believe I was some hideous woman."

Brian's brows furrowed as he stared at her, utterly perplexed.

“Why on earth would you do that?"

He could not fathom why she would go to such extraordinary lengths. No wonder he failed to recognize her.

Being of noble status, he was accustomed to women going all out to impress him.

Who in their right mind would pretend to be ugly? It was downright bizarre!

"Because I didn't want you to recognize me." Rosalynn drew in a deep breath, her gaze fixed on him.

"Do you happen to recall the incident where you rescued two girls from those human traffickers? I was one of them.”

Curiosity had stirred within her ever since Brian had come to her aid.

Fate seemed to have smiled upon her when her grandfather decided that she should marry him. Without hesitation, she agreed to the arrangement.

However, a gnawing fear troubled her, worrying that the moment he laid eyes on her, he would recognize her and find her repulsive, tainted by the memory of that harrowing incident.

That was when her skin allergy came in handy, providing her with the perfect disguise.

Her intention had been to reveal the truth to him once they had spent some time together, growing closer

But to her surprise, he had left for abroad, leaving her behind, all alone for a torturous two years.

As Brian gazed steadily at Rosalynn, what had happened in the truck flashed through his mind.

It was her, the girl drenched in blood!

“Why didn't you tell me sooner? Did you find it amusing to play with my emotions like this?"

Brian found himself at a loss for words, unsure whether to Laugh or cry at that moment.

If only she had confessed earlier, Eleanor would never have entered their lives.

“I didn't. It was you, Brian, who was shallow and judged people solely by their appearances," Rosalynn shot back, her gaze meeting his “Besides, I even offered you a divorce, granting you your freedom back, didn't I?"

Brian stared at her, a mix of regret and realization washing over him.

“Rosalynn, I admit I was at fault in the beginning, but I'm not a shallow person. I resisted our marriage because I didn't know who you truly were. If you had been honest with me from the start, perhaps things wouldn't have turned out like this."