She was forced to marry the “Billionaire Pig” to settle her family’s debts, but on their anniversary night, she screamed as he shed his “skin,” revealing the man everyone dreamed of.

“You’ll sleep on the sofa,” he ordered from the bedroom. “
I’m too big; you wouldn’t be comfortable in the bed. And one more thing…”

Clean my feet before I go to sleep. And feed me.

Don Baste was testing her.

He pretended to be lazy.
Messy.
Rude.
Cruel.

“This food is awful!” she shouted, throwing down the plate.
“You’re too slow! Wipe my back!”

For three months, Clara became her caregiver.

And yet, he never complained.

—I’m sorry, Don Baste. I’ll do better tomorrow—was always his gentle reply.

Every night, while Baste slept—or pretended to sleep—Clara spoke in a low voice while massaging his swollen feet.

“I know you’re a good person,” she whispered. “
Perhaps you’re hurt because people have hurt you with their words. Don’t worry. I’m here. I’m your wife. I won’t leave.”

Baste listened to every word.

And beneath her thick “skin”, her heart slowly began to soften.

THE GRAND CHARITY BALL
The night of the Grand Charity Ball arrived, the first time Baste would present Clara to high society.

He dressed her in a stunning red dress and expensive jewelry.
He himself wore a tuxedo, still tight around his enormous frame.

All eyes turned to them as they entered the room.

A woman approached: Vanessa, Baste’s ex-girlfriend, from before he “gained weight,” according to rumors. In reality, Vanessa was the one who shattered Baste’s trust in women.

“My God, Sebastian,” Vanessa laughed.
“You’ve gotten even bigger! Is this the woman you bought? How much did she cost you? She looks like a gold digger.”

Vanessa’s friends laughed.

—The perfect couple: the beast and the paid woman.

Baste lowered his head.

He waited for Clara to cry.
To pull away.
To feel ashamed.

But he was wrong.

Clara let go of the wheelchair and took a step forward.

“Excuse me,” she said firmly. “
Don’t call my husband a monster.”

Vanessa froze.

-Sorry?

“Yes, he’s tall. Yes, he’s not as refined as your husbands,” Clara said, loud enough for everyone to hear. “
But this man has a bigger heart than all of you put together. I married him out of debt, I admit. But I stayed because for three months I saw the kindness you can’t see because you only look at appearances.”

Clara placed her hand on Baste’s shoulder.

—I am proud to be Mrs. Montemayor. And I prefer to spend my life with this “pig” than with plastic people like you.

The entire room fell silent.

Vanessa was humiliated.

Baste looked at Clara and saw courage, loyalty, and love.

She was the woman he had been waiting for.

—Clara —Baste whispered—.
Let’s go home.

THE TRUTH
Back at the mansion, Clara helped Baste into the bedroom.

“Shall I prepare your tea, Don Baste?” he asked gently.

—No —Baste replied.

Her voice changed.

It was no longer hoarse or rough…
it was deep, firm, and absolutely captivating.

—Clara… look at me.

Slowly, Baste got up from the wheelchair.

Clara gasped.

—C-can you stand up?

“There are many things I can do, Clara,” she said with a smile.