“Clara… if you knew the truth about me, you would hate me.”
She frowned.
“What truth?”
But he only looked away.
“Not yet.”
A year after their wedding, Clara still had never seen Don Baste without his clothes covering his entire body.
He always wore oversized shirts.
Long sleeves.
Heavy jackets.
Even inside the mansion.
At first, she assumed it was because he was uncomfortable with his body.
But then she noticed something else.
He never allowed anyone to touch his back.
Not the doctors.
Not the servants.
Not even her.
One day, while helping him organize his medications, Clara saw an old medical file.
She wasn’t trying to read it.
But one sentence caught her attention.
“Reconstructive procedure completed successfully.”
Her heart skipped.
