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He hired an internationally acclaimed makeup artist to make her the most beautiful bride imaginable.
The next day, my phone rang.
It was him.
"Elara, how's your face? We were wrong yesterday, we shouldn't have said those things to you. But it's Sable's wedding day. If her face were scarred, it would be difficult to explain to the Daltons. You just rest and focus on the pregnancy. Be a good girl and have the baby, and I promise I'll take care of both of you."
"And don't worry, Sable's fine. She's already forgiven you. She still wants you to be her maid of honor. Kaelen's on his way to pick you up. After the wedding, I'll find someone to fix your face. I'll make you beautiful again, just like before."
Even now, after everything, he still saw me as nothing more than an incubator for Sable.
"Okay, Father,"I said.
"I understand."
"That's my good girl. See you at the wedding."
I hung up the phone, a cold smile touching my lips as I wheeled myself out of the Ashford mansion for the last time.
My dear father, my beloved brother.
Let's hope we never meet again in this lifetime.
