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Richard’s eyes filled with tears. “I only wanted to protect her,” he said brokenly. “I didn’t want people to see her pain.”
Arthur placed a hand on his shoulder. “The only pain is in pretending it never happened. She doesn’t need to be hidden, Richard. She needs to be loved.”
A New Kind of Beauty
In the months that followed, Clara stopped covering her scars. She wore sleeveless dresses, and when curious eyes lingered, she met them with quiet pride.
When people asked, she would smile and say, “These are not flaws. They’re reminders that I lived — and that love healed what pain could not.”
Arthur stood beside her at every step, his hand always reaching for hers. Together, they turned gossip into admiration. Their story — once whispered in doubt — became one of courage, love, and rebirth.
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