My boyfriend shaved my head
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When Rachel Parker, my boyfriend Aaron Murphy’s childhood sweetheart, suffered hair loss as a result of cancer chemotherapy, he bluntly commanded me to snip off my own hair and craft a wig for her.
“Rachel is allergic to wigs on the market. You’ve been growing your hair for a decade, and it’s just perfect.”
I flatly refused, but Aaron’s friends restrained me, binding my hands and feet. They then took a hair clipper and shaved my hair right down to the roots. In an instant, my head, once adorned with beautiful, long, shiny hair, was left looking like it had alopecia areata.
Sitting in the wheelchair, Rachel laughed at me.
Aaron nodded and chuckled, “We just took your hair away, and it’s no big deal.”
However, once upon a time, due to my unevenly cut short hair, I had been bullied for six years.
It was Aaron who had once opened his arms and shielded me, yet now he harmed me cruelly.
One after another, his friends chimed in, urging me to show tolerance towards the patient.
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Aaron spun around and impatiently growled, “Do not persuade her. Tell her to get lost. We just took her hair, and it will grow back one day.”
So I turned away without hesitation.
Later, I heard that Aaron tried every trick in the book to get me back together with him.
After my hair was shaved, I was finally released.
“Aaron, look, she is as ridiculous as a toad.”
Sitting in the wheelchair, Rachel pointed at my bald head and laughed.
Aaron’s friends playfully chimed in.
Aaron glanced at me and said indifferently, “Rachel is allergic to wigs on the market. Your long hair is just right for a wig.”
I paid no heed to their jeers, instead clutching the few remaining tufts of hair, my heart aching with profound sorrow.
Two hours ago, Aaron invited me to Rachel’s birthday party.
I wasn’t on good terms with her.
However, since Aaron had made the request and Rachel was battling cancer, I showed up to the party with a gift anyway.
Unexpectedly, at the so–called birthday party, they tied me up
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and shaved my hair.
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Staring at Aaron’s indifferent expression, I remembered the rare kindness he had shown two days ago.
He gave me an expensive bottle of shampoo,
“It has been dry recently. Take care of your hair.”
Confused but flattered, I took the shampoo and washed my hair that night.
Only now did I realize that Aaron told me to take care of my hair so that Rachel could have a more comfortable wig to wear!
He suddenly walked towards me.
I had thought that he felt guilty and wanted to apologize.
To my disappointment, with a look of disgust, he pinched the last strand of hair on my shoulder and cut it off without mercy.
He glanced back at his friend and scolded, “You’re so careless. How could you leave this tiny bit of hair? I even invited you to dinner, but you can’t even manage this simple task perfectly.”
They immediately giggled and jeered.
“Well, it’s our fault. Hey, is Evelyn going to burst into tears?”
“Rachel is severely sick. She takes so many pills every day, yet she doesn’t even cry once.”
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Mean mockery rang out one after another, and Aaron remained unfazed.
His friends disliked me due to the vast disparity between my social standing and theirs.
I never made an appearance at their get–togethers since I hadn’t received an invitation.
I once asked Aaron if he could bring me along.
He impatiently stated that our social circles were different and that it was unnecessary for me to try to be part of their circle.
Noticing my lack of response, Aaron finally turned his attention
to me.
He raised his eyebrows and chuckled, “Evelyn, you’re not angry,
are you?
“Cheer up and consider it a good deed.”
Sadness overwhelmed me.
“Tell me, was it your idea to have my hair made into a wig, or was it Rachel’s?”
Rachel positioned herself between Aaron and me, tears streaming down her face.
“It was my idea. Ask me if you want to know anything. Don’t
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make things difficult for Aaron.”
Aaron instantly glared at me with dissatisfaction.
“Rachel is a patient. Can you not upset her?”
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“She is my friend. We grew up together. What’s the big deal with you, my future wife, donating a wig to her?”
When I spotted Aaron’s unconcerned expression, tears welled up in my eyes.
Why could a man change in such a short time?
Back then, my parents compelled me to cut my hair so that they could sell it for money and buy toys for my brother.
When I was bullied due to my short, uneven hair, Aaron stepped in front of me with a wide grin.
“From now on, I’ll protect your hair!”
I instantly felt drained of my energy and slowly said, “Aaron, from today onwards, we are completely through.
“Transfer the money for my hair to me later. I’m under no obligation to donate my hair to her.”
