Skin of Glass

I was born with Glass Skin, fragile to the touch and prone to festering wounds.The boyfriend who once knelt 999 steps for me took me to a live piercing show after my family went bankrupt, torturing me to please his adopted sister and letting millions watch my humiliation.My mother saw the stream and killed herself. I couldn’t even afford her funeral, so I washed his mistress’s sheets for money.Left for dead in an abandoned warehouse, my childhood sweetheart—who’d searched for me for ten years—blew open the door and saved me. He cured my illness, reclaimed everything for me.The man who discarded me like trash lost it all and begged for forgiveness. But I had already risen, and I would never look back.