Chapter 31
Rosa had been awake all night. Standing in front of the mirror, watching her disfigured face, her insides had frozen solid.
Doctors, make-up artists, skin specialists—everyone she could find had been tried, but none of them could erase the scar on her face. Rosa realized—there was truly no way out this time. With no other options, she slowly began to think of the man she had hated her entire life—Marco.
The morning was bleak. Rosa sat in the car, motionless, her scarf pulled tightly over her head, as if to shield her from the sun. In her hand was a black bag, and inside it was the fund a diplomat had given them a few days ago—the money meant to finance their family's next project. But Rosa could think of nothing but her own face.
When the car pulled up outside Marco's hospit
