Chapter 59 Her Past Live

Ava's Pov

I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, lost in thoughts of the past, of how it all began.

That night at the party, the night I first met Matthew. I never expected him to approach me, not with the scar that marked my face, the scar that had kept most men at a distance.

But there he was, walking right up to me, a charming smile on his lips.*

"Hi, I’m Matthew. You look like you could use some company.”

His words caught me off guard. I remember just staring at him for a moment, trying to figure out if he was serious. But there was no mockery in his eyes, only warmth.

We talked for hours that night, about everything and nothing. He made me laugh, made me feel…normal. Like my scar didn’t matter. It was the first time in a long time that I felt seen

Days turned into weeks, and Matthew kept in touch. We met up often, and each time, I found myself falling a little more for him.

I thought I had finally found someone who could look past the scar, who could see the real m