run a foundation that provided reconstructive surgery for burn victims and those with physical scars—people who, like his “Baste” persona, were ignored by the world.
Clara was no longer the “servant girl.” She was a partner.
“Do you ever miss him?” Sebastian asked, leaning his head against her shoulder as the sun set. “The big guy? The one you had to feed?”
Clara laughed, a sound of pure gold. “Sometimes. He was very good at cuddling.”
Sebastian smiled, and for the first time, it wasn’t a “handsome” smile or a “monstrous” smile. It was just a man’s smile.
“I realized something, Clara,” he whispered. “The world dreams of the man I am now. But I only ever dreamed of the woman who would love the man I was then.”
In the end, the “Pig Billionaire” didn’t just find a wife; he found a mirror that showed him he was enough,
