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dark, with his hands on her scars and a confession that rewrote her entire life.

The groom who called her beautiful was the boy who’d helped cause the fire that ruined her face.

Twenty years of guilt. One wedding night.

She had learned to live inside damage—skin mapped by fire, a life split into before and after.

Love, she’d decided, was for other women,continue reading …