Todos los capítulos de No More Scars: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 9

When I didn't respond for a long time, Leander didn't seem to care.As far as he was concerned, I'd already gotten what I wanted.After a brief pause, he tore open his shirt again and continued carving words into his chest, where old and new scars crisscrossed."Celeste is pregnant and needs someone to take care of her. I'm using some of that time in advance. This is today's."A second name appeared on his chest."Celeste has a prenatal appointment tomorrow. I need to go with her."A third name appeared across his lower abdomen."The day after that, Celeste is getting her maternity photos taken. I can't miss it. I'm the father, after all."A fourth name. Then, a fifth.Ten names in all had been carved across his upper body, leaving his flesh a bloody, mangled mess, yet Leander seemed numb to the pain. Mechanical and utterly focused, he went on planning out every day he would spend with Celeste.It made me, after ten years of desperately trying to brand my name into him, loo

After picking up the divorce agreement drafted by the law firm, I returned home for the first time in two years, but the moment I opened the door, I froze.The villa's once-minimalist interior had somehow been transformed into a warm, cozy sea of pink.The walls were covered with pictures of Leander and Celeste together. Even the corners of the tables had been carefully wrapped in protective foam.And where our wedding photo should have been, there was now a pregnancy photo of Leander with his arm around Celeste.The oversized photograph had been placed in the most conspicuous spot in the house, impossible to miss the moment I walked through the door. As if it were mocking me for being such a fool.So, while I'd spent the past two years away, desperately searching for proof of Leander's affair, he had already moved Celeste into our marital home in broad daylight. And I'd been completely in the dark.Even when he'd carved my name into his own flesh, I'd stupidly believed that he r

Leander froze, his eyes widening in disbelief.Villa. Fire. Ruins.The three words echoed through his mind, forming the one possibility he was most unwilling to believe.He frantically messaged his assistant."What do you mean the villa caught fire?""Seraphina's location was inside? How is she? Is she hurt?""Answer me!"Unable to wait for his assistant's response, he called directly. But the moment the call connected, he heard only one sentence."We don't know whether Ms. Vale is alive or dead."The words seared into his heart like a red-hot brand. Leander staggered to his feet, his hand trembling so badly he could barely hold his phone.He was about to rush out when Celeste, awakened by the commotion, grabbed him by the sleeve."Leander, what's wrong? Is Ms. Vale still angry with me? Is that why she's throwing another fit?"Her eyes were filled with hurt and guilt. Like a bucket of ice water crashing over him, her words made Leander stop dead.Leander stopped dead.Of

Leander resolutely kicked Celeste out.No matter how much she cried and begged, he even ordered her to terminate the pregnancy.Afterward, he went to the Vale family home, wanting to see Seraphina's remains one last time.But the Vales knew exactly what he had done over the past ten years. They would not even let him through the door.They had posted guards all around the estate, keeping the entire place under tight security.…With no way to get inside, Leander could only lock himself away in the burned-out ruins of the villa. He searched through the wreckage, hoping to find some trace of Seraphina that might ease the ache of missing her.But he had spent two years transforming the villa into everything Celeste loved. Anything that had belonged to Seraphina had long since been completely covered over.All that remained for him was regret.…While Leander spiraled into madness, I had already put down roots on the other side of the ocean.I was living somewhere he could never

I walked slowly out of the cemetery, while Leander remained waiting alone outside. Even when he saw me, he did not dare say a word, as though he were afraid of setting me off again.It was not until I started hailing a cab that he finally gathered the courage to ask if I wanted him to drive me.My finger hovered over the screen for a long time. Then I turned it off and, uncharacteristically, smiled. I agreed.Leander eagerly welcomed me into the car. I spoke without hesitation. "Take me to your place."The car took us to a familiar address—the villa that had once been called home.Every trace of the fire I had set was gone. In its place were fully restored rooms and a warm, inviting design.He eagerly explained, "I had the whole place renovated. I did it so that one day, you'd come back and see it. I had everything recreated exactly as it was before. Not a single detail was changed. If you decided to stay, you'd be able to settle right back in."I looked calmly at everything a