Reconstructive?
Why would someone who was simply overweight need reconstructive surgery?
Before she could look closer, Don Baste took the file from her hand.
“Don’t.”
His voice was different.
Not angry.
Afraid.
“Why are you hiding so much?” Clara asked.
For a moment, the powerful billionaire disappeared.
And she saw a wounded man.
“Because people only love beautiful things, Clara.”
She stared at him.
“That’s not true.”
“It is.”
“No.”
Her voice became firmer.
“I married a man I thought everyone hated. And every day, you prove that they were wrong.”
Don Baste looked at her.
And for the first time, Clara saw tears forming in his eyes.
But he quickly turned away.
Their first wedding anniversary arrived quietly.
Clara expected nothing.
She assumed Don Baste would ignore it like everything else.
But when she entered the dining room that evening, she froze.
The entire room had been transformed.
Hundreds of candles lit the walls.
Fresh flowers covered the table.
