She turned to the mirror, put her hand behind her neck and peeled off a thin layer of silicone.
Clara’s eyes opened wide.
Little by little, Baste began to take off his disguise.
He removed the prosthetic mask that made his face look swollen and scarred.
He took off the 50-kilo fat suit that enveloped his body.
He tore off his wig.
Within minutes, the “Billionaire Pig” had disappeared.
Facing Clara was a man in his early thirties:
tall, muscular, with defined features and surprisingly handsome.
Sebastián Montemayor.
His true self.
Clara fell back onto the bed, sitting in shock.
—W-who are you?
Sebastian knelt in front of her and took her hands.
“It’s still me, Clara. That’s enough,” she said gently.
—W-why? Why pretend?
“I was tired,” 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 her eyes.
—So I put on a mask. I became a monster. I looked for a woman who could withstand 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 offer.
—Sebastian… —Clara cried.
—You won the game, Clara. And as a reward, I give you all my wealth, my heart, and my true face.
Clara hugged her husband.
Not because he was handsome.
But because their love had proven to be real.
EPILOGUE
The next morning, news broke about Don Baste’s “miraculous transformation”.
The world was stunned to see the incredibly handsome billionaire alongside his simple wife.
Vanessa —and even Clara’s own family— tried to approach for money, but security stopped them.
“The doors of this mansion are only open to those with a sincere heart,” Sebastian declared in an interview.
Clara and Sebastian lived happily ever after…
Living proof that true beauty is not seen with the eyes,
but felt with the heart.
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