The fake scars.
The artificial weight.
The entire appearance he had carried for years…
It was all a disguise.
And beneath it was a man Clara had only seen in dreams.
A tall, handsome man with a face that belonged on magazine covers.
The same man who had disappeared from public life years ago.
The billionaire heir everyone believed was dead.
Clara couldn’t breathe.
“Who… are you?”
He looked at her with tears in his eyes.
“My real name is Sebastian Montemayor.”
A pause.
“And for ten years, I hid from the world because I needed to know if someone could love me without knowing my face.”
Clara stared at him in shock.
Everything suddenly made sense.
The rumors.
The wheelchair.
The cruelty.
