Disfigured Saving My Brother, Only to Be Wished Dead

When I was ten, Matteus secretly played with fire in the storage room and caused a massive blaze.

Trying to save him, a burning beam fell on me, leaving 80% of my body with severe burns.

I went from being a sweet, adored little girl into a monster.

For ten years, Matteus was the kindest person to me.

He often held me as I trembled from the agonizing skin grafts, his eyes red as he whispered:

“Lena, I’ll take care of you forever. Anyone who dares to humiliate you, I’ll kill them.”

Mom and Dad also spent every last penny for me. In this house, I seemed like the most cherished treasure.