CHAPTER 19

The office was so silent that the faint hum of the security monitors filled the air.

For a long moment, nobody spoke nobody moved, It was as if time itself had frozen.

Their eyes—every single pair—were locked onto the screen.

They had all rushed forward the second they saw Bernard grabbing Valentina. But what followed…

What followed shattered them. There, clear as day, was Valentina.

Not the disfigured, pitiful woman they had discarded.

Not the burden they had cast aside like a useless relic, but a woman reborn.

Her face, once covered in deep, horrifying burn scars, was now flawless.

Her skin glowed under the store's soft lighting, her features delicate, breathtaking—so much so that she hardly seemed real. It was the same Valentina.

But it wasn't, she wasn't just healed.

She was stunning. More beautiful than she had ever been. More radiant than any of them had ever remembered.