PART 2 — THE SECRET BEHIND THE MASK – News
know.”
“They call you terrible names.”
His fingers tightened around the photograph.
“I know.”
“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.
“Let me help you.”
He immediately pushed her hand away.
“No.”
“Don Baste—”
“I said no.”
His voice was harsh.
But Clara noticed his hands were shaking.
Not from anger.
From embarrassment.
“I’m your wife,” she said softly. “You don’t have to be ashamed in front of me.”
Those words hit him harder than she realized.
Because nobody had ever spoken to him that way.
Nobody had ever looked beyond his appearance.
That night, Don Baste sat silently for a long time.
Then he finally said:
“Clara… if you knew the truth about me, you would hate me.”
She frowned.
“What truth?”
But he only looked away.
“Not yet.”
A year after their wedding, Clara still had never seen Don Baste without his clothes covering his entire body.
He always wore oversized shirts.
Long sleeves.
Heavy jackets.
Even inside the mansion.
At first, she assumed it was because he was uncomfortable with his body.
But then she noticed something else.
He never allowed anyone to touch his back.
Not the doctors.
Not the servants.
Not even her.
One day, while helping him organize his medications, Clara saw an old medical file.
She wasn’t trying to read it.
But one sentence caught her attention.
“Reconstructive procedure completed successfully.”
Her heart skipped.
Reconstructive?
Why would someone who was simply overweight need reconstructive surgery?
Before she could look closer, Don Baste took the file from her hand.
“Don’t.”
His voice was different.
Not angry.
Afraid.
“Why are you hiding so much?” Clara asked.
For a moment, the powerful billionaire disappeared.
And she saw a wounded man.
“Because people only love beautiful things, Clara.”
She stared at him.
“That’s not true.”
“It is.”
“No.”
Her voice became firmer.
“I married a man I thought everyone hated. And every day, you prove that they were wrong.”
Don Baste looked at her.
