But I didn't regret it.At least during those years of wearing borrowed faces, I truly lived.I'd walked the red carpet.I'd held trophies in my hands.I'd been loved by millions.That love had belonged to Winter.It had belonged to Sabrina.But the one who experienced it was me—my body, soul, and memories.For a little while, I'd stood in the light, even if it had never been mine.When the sentencing ended, the bailiffs escorted me out of the courtroom.As I passed the gallery, my mother suddenly stood up and called my name."Mabel!"I stopped.But I didn't turn around."Mabel, I'll be here waiting when you come home."Her voice trembled like a spider's thread swaying in the wind.I gave a small nod and kept walking.Prison life was simpler than I'd imagined.Every morning began at six.Work.Meals.Sleep.No phone.No mirrors.No roles left to play.Little by little, I grew accustomed to my real face—its ordinariness, its flaws, the fact that it would never change.Sometimes I dreame
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