“Because you don’t deserve Liam,” she hissed, jealousy twisting her face. “A bald bride for a flawless billionaire groom? If you walk out there like this, everyone will pity him for marrying you. You look broken, Valeria.”
I stared at my reflection.
My bare head.
My pale skin. Anatomy
The signs of everything my body had survived.
For thirty years, I had made myself smaller to fit inside my family’s shallow, polished world. I had swallowed their comments, obeyed their expectations, and let them dress cruelty up as concern.
But as I looked at Chloe’s smug face in the mirror, something inside me shifted.
It was not fear.
It was not defeat.
It was a cold, clear awakening.
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