Love Shattered Seven Times

I had been loved and hated by my husband for five years.

After our seventh breakup, he flaunted his new girlfriend at various high-profile events.

I didn't cry or make a scene. I just calmly observed the girl's face, which was 90% similar to mine before the accident.

The first breakup happened because that girl's eyes resembled mine.

The second breakup was due to her mouth being similar to mine.

The third was because of her figure.

I understood him.

Gabriel was a perfectionist. He spent five whole years trying to recreate the pre-accident version of me.

And this was the seventh time.