My Scars, His Loss: Rising After the Divorce
Language: en
Alex and I had been childhood sweethearts for ten years. But because of a stupid mistake he made in the lab, a chemical mixture exploded. To save him, I threw myself in front of him. The blast left massive, horrific burn scars all over my neck and shoulder. Those hideous scars made me insecure and terrified of socializing. For years, I wrapped myself up in thick, high-collared clothes, hiding from the world. Alex repented over and over again. He showered me with guilty love, slowly coaxing me out of my shell. Under the sparkling lights of the Eiffel Tower, he gave me a romantic wedding…