“But I don’t think someone is a monster just because people decide they are.”
For the first time since their wedding, Don Baste looked directly at her.
And Clara noticed something strange.
His eyes were not the eyes of a cruel man.
They were the eyes of someone who had been hurt for a very long time.
That night, Clara found a small box outside her bedroom door.
Inside was a diamond bracelet.
Attached was a note.
“Thank you for not looking at me the way everyone else does.”
There was no signature.
But Clara knew exactly who had written it.
Months passed.
Slowly, something changed between them.
Clara stopped seeing Don Baste as the frightening billionaire from the rumors.
She began seeing the man behind the rumors.
She discovered that he secretly paid hospital bills for poor families.
She discovered that he built schools in remote villages but never allowed his name to appear on them.
She discovered that many employees stayed with him for decades—not because they feared him, but because they respected him.
One evening, Clara found Don Baste struggling to move from his wheelchair to his bed.
Without hesitation, she rushed over.
