“B-but why? Why pretend?”
“I was exhausted,” Sebastian confessed.
“Every woman I met loved me for my looks and my money. When Vanessa betrayed me, I swore I would never marry again until I found someone who loved my soul—not my skin.”
Tears filled his eyes.
“So I wore a mask. I became a monster. I searched for a woman who could endure my smell, my weight, my anger.
And that woman was you. Tonight, you defended me. You loved me even when you thought I had nothing to give.”
“Sebastian…” Clara cried.
“You won the game, Clara. And as your reward, I give you all my wealth, my heart, and my true face.”
Clara embraced her husband.
Not because he was handsome.
But because their love had proven itself real.
The next morning, news exploded about Don Baste’s “miraculous transformation.”
The world was stunned to see the impossibly handsome billionaire standing beside his simple wife.
Vanessa—and even Clara’s own family—tried to approach them for money, but security stopped them.
