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“How can I be when I’m talking to a man who thinks that losing his legs emasculates him? It doesn’t help that you keep thinking that I’ll cheat on you every second that I’m not by your side! Look, just… head to the orthopedics on the eighth floor and have a look around. Look at all the people there who are paralyzed from the waist down. Do you think they’re all undeserving of love? To be seen as human? Remember, Von, you’re in the same boat as many others!” After saying all that, she pushed him away before sitting on another chair, her back against him… Shivering slightly, Nathan was quick to reply, “…Mrs. Burton, please remember that he’s still a patient… What’s more, he’s already suffered

he lied, every word a blade through my chest. I fell backward, my voice breaking into desperate sobs. “No! It isn’t true! It’s a lie! You have to believe me!” But Alexander didn’t. Victoria didn’t even need to be present—the trap was complete. Every shred of trust, every piece of dignity, had been shattered. And all I could do was crumble. The room was silent, save for my cries and the faint echo of Victoria’s triumph. ~ Elena ~ I couldn’t catch my breath. The weight of the room pressed down, suffocating me. Alexander’s eyes darted between the photos and the man beside me, his jaw clenched as though he wanted to crush the world—and me—with it.

We would be dinosaurs. 'The power to say ‘no’ earned me a slapped face yesterday.' 'Explain!' 'You must have worked it out. I was so awful to you outside the church, because I was jealous of your intervention - an intervention I had failed to make, so I tried to say no. The poor say ‘No’, because they can, to protect their dignity, as if there is dignity in poverty. The rich say no, because they can, to protect their dignity, as if there is dignity in doing a wrong or dishonest thing.'

“You really don’t know how to stop.” “I’m learning,” he murmured, gaze softening. “But you taught me something first.” She raised an eyebrow. “Oh? What lesson is that?” “That dignity doesn’t need money.” His voice was quiet, sincere. “You’ve lived like that your whole life.” Her chest tightened, breath catching. “And you taught me something too,” she said, stepping close enough that their reflections merged in the dark window behind them. “That dignity can’t be taken—only surrendered.”

“About us." He did, and I could see the pain etched across his face, a flicker of empathy battling against the remnant of his previous self. But it still felt distant. He would never fully understand. I sank to the floor, trembling fingers brushing against my cheeks that felt damp with unshed tears. "It’s not just about my reputation, Alessandre. It’s about my dignity." "Do you even know what dignity means?" I challenged, looking up at him. "Because you still haven't lost yours. You’re the charming, fallen CEO with a tragic yet redemptive story. I’m just the woman who spread her legs to skip a few rungs."

That alone seemed to earn me reluctant approval. “This isn’t forever,” I reminded myself each time I refolded tissue paper into overpriced shoeboxes. “This is for Sophie.” I served difficult clients, charming liars, screaming children, and women who thought standing on marble floors gave them the right to step on someone else’s dignity. But I smiled. I sold. I stood tall. Even when I did not feel tall at all.

I had walked away from the villa without looking back even though my heart shattered the moment the ink dried. Nathan had delivered the news in the worst way possible. I was sad, angry, and embarrassed by what had happened. He had made up his mind before we arrived. Our “romantic getaway” had been nothing but a plan to humiliate me in front of his colleagues and business associates. I could feel his eyes watching me. Waiting for an outburst, a reaction from me. I had given him everything except my dignity and I intend to keep it that way. “Do you regret it?” He asked, finally breaking the silence

6 After arriving at the hospital, Jack's voice almost overturned the entire building. "Less than a month left? How is that possible?" "Her body was never suited for the corneal transplant, and now, because of the fire, her body and the artificial eye suffered irreparable damage—she doesn't have much time left." Upon hearing this, Jack immediately exploded. "Nonsense! A bunch of quacks—you're blaming your own incompetence by saying my wife can't be saved? If you can’t save her, I’ll make sure this place goes to the ground!"

I bowed my head, pathetically hating my life. “I am sorry. I am—” “Shut up now. I am going to design this piece on your other face.” Margaret shouted. “What good is it, anyways? Till you die, you will always remain unwanted and ugly. Even your own mother despises you. Your hatred and burning jealousy for your sister kept her in that hospital.” Margaret grabbed my face, her fingers curling around my neck while I struggled, wheezing and crying. “I will make you regret ever being born.”

“I won’t let my children sell their dignity… or turn them into bargaining chips.” The insult landed exactly where I intended. Diana instinctively wrapped her arms around her stomach, protective, her face tilting up toward Dominic with a pitiful look—seeking reassurance, attention. “I may have been sick,” I went on firmly, “but that was in the past. Right now, I’m far healthier—and far more sane—than all of you.” My voice didn’t waver. “I still have two hands and two feet. I can work. I can provide for my daughters.”