\u201cIf Maya arrives at that wedding with her face intact, Rachel will never be able to take her place.\u201d<\/p>\n
I heard that single sentence one week before I was supposed to marry Logan Vance, one of the most famous pop stars in the country. I was lying in a private room at a Manhattan hospital, perfectly still, pretending to be unconscious.<\/p>\n
Hours earlier, as I walked out of a bridal fitting in Soho, a man approached me under the guise of asking for a picture for Logan. He pulled a glass bottle from his coat and threw acid directly onto the right side of my face. I remembered the blinding fire, my own horrific screams, and the pavement rushing up to meet me. Then, darkness.<\/p>\n
When I woke up, my entire face was wrapped in thick bandages. I didn\u2019t open my eyes. I was terrified to discover what was left of the woman Logan had kissed for five straight years.<\/p>\n
Then I heard Ryan, his longtime talent manager, speaking nearby.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou could have just broken up with Maya!\u201d Ryan said, his voice laced with furious disbelief. \u201cYou could have canceled the wedding! Why on earth would you pay someone to do\u00a0this<\/i>\u00a0to her?!\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart stopped beating in my chest.<\/p>\n
Logan replied with a calm, chilling detachment that froze me far worse than the hospital room\u2019s air conditioning.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause if I dumped her a week before the wedding, the press and every fan would have hunted Rachel down,\u201d Logan said. \u201cI needed Maya to be physically unable to show up. I needed the world to believe I was the devastated, heartbroken groom.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ryan called him a sick lunatic. \u201cAt least hire the best reconstructive surgeon in the city!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s no need,\u201d Logan dismissed casually. \u201cIf she\u2019s permanently scarred, it\u2019s actually better for me. I\u2019ll support her. She\u2019ll have a penthouse, endless money, private nurses. After something like this, who else do you think would ever want to leave me?\u201d<\/p>\n
I couldn\u2019t catch my breath.<\/p>\n
And then Logan said something even worse.<\/p>\n
\u201cBesides, she can\u2019t have children anymore anyway. I took care of that a long time ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
Memory flashed through my mind: three miscarriages. Three horrifying midnights spent in emergency rooms. Three times Logan had wept with me, stroked my hair, and swore to me that it wasn\u2019t my fault.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you do?\u201d Ryan whispered, his voice trembling.<\/p>\n
\u201cDr. Salcedo adjusted a few things,\u201d Logan said smoothly. \u201cVitamins, prescriptions, subtle dosages. Just enough to ensure she couldn\u2019t carry a pregnancy to term.\u201d<\/p>\n
I wanted to rip off my bandages and scream until my lungs bled.<\/p>\n
But the most sadistic revelation was still to come.<\/p>\n
Logan lowered his voice. \u201cMason is four years old now. Rachel is tired of hiding him in the hamptons. After our private, legal ceremony, I\u2019m bringing him home. Maya won\u2019t have the confidence to show her face in public, she won\u2019t be able to give me heirs, and she\u2019ll be entirely dependent on me. Over time, she\u2019ll accept the boy.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mason.<\/i><\/p>\n His four-year-old son with Rachel.<\/p>\n While I was burying pregnancies I believed were lost to tragic bad luck, Logan already had a secret family waiting in the wings.<\/p>\n Ryan took a long time to answer. \u201cAnd you still plan on marrying Maya publicly?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOf course. It\u2019s practical. My image with her is worth tens of millions in endorsements. Rachel just wants to experience a wedding ceremony once, even if it\u2019s private. I can give Rachel that, and still keep Maya as my public wife.\u201d<\/p>\n Logan then ordered Ryan to wire money to the man who had attacked me and ensure he was smuggled out of the country immediately.<\/p>\n When Ryan stepped out of the room, Logan walked over to my bedside. He took my hand with the exact same tenderness he had used for years to calm me down whenever his obsessive fans sent death threats.<\/p>\n \u201cWake up soon, my love,\u201d he whispered against my ear. \u201cWe still have a wedding to attend.\u201d<\/p>\n In that terrifying second, I understood the horrific truth: for five years, I had never been the love of his life.<\/p>\n I had been his alibi.<\/p>\n I kept my eyes shut until I heard the heavy door click shut behind him.<\/p>\n A moment later, Ryan slipped back into the room. He saw me staring wide-eyed at the ceiling, tears soaking through my bandages, and turned ghost-white.<\/p>\n I raised a single, trembling finger to my lips.<\/p>\n \u201cHelp me,\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n \u201cTo go to the police?\u201d Ryan stammered.<\/p>\n I shook my head slowly.<\/p>\n \u201cFirst, help me stay alive.\u201d<\/p>\n Ryan looked toward the hallway, realizing Logan still believed he had me completely under his thumb.<\/p>\n And yet, what was about to happen next was so incredible that even today, I struggle to believe it happened at all\u2026<\/p>\n Ryan managed to sneak me out of the hospital without triggering Logan\u2019s suspicion.<\/p>\n Officially, I was transferred to an isolation unit in upstate New York due to a severe post-operative infection. In reality, a private ambulance drove me to a discrete burn reconstructive clinic in New Jersey, where Dr. Elena Vance, a top specialist in chemical trauma, received me in the dead of night.<\/p>\n When she reviewed my medical charts, her expression turned grim.<\/p>\n \u201cThey waited nearly nine hours before initiating emergency burn care?\u201d Dr. Vance asked, appalled.<\/p>\n Ryan lowered his eyes. \u201cLogan gave explicit orders to keep medical interventions to an absolute minimum.\u201d<\/p>\n Dr. Vance looked directly into my eyes. \u201cI don\u2019t care who gave those orders, Maya. Nobody owns your body here except you.\u201d<\/p>\n For the first time since the acid hit my face, I wept with pure relief.<\/p>\n I underwent my first emergency reconstructive surgery that morning. They saved part of my eyelid and cleared away infected tissue. Dr. Vance was brutally honest: there would be permanent scars, years of painful skin grafts, and multiple operations.<\/p>\n I held only one question in my mind.<\/p>\n \u201cWill I be able to give testimony in court?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes,\u201d Dr. Vance stated.<\/p>\n \u201cThen do whatever you have to do.\u201d<\/p>\n While I began my recovery, Logan flooded Ryan\u2019s phone with frantic messages. He put on a masterclass performance of public grief, posting a black-and-white photo on social media captioned:\u00a0\u201cPraying for the love of my life as she fights for her survival.\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n Millions of fans praised him as the ultimate, devoted fianc\u00e9.<\/p>\n I nearly threw up reading the comments.<\/p>\n On my fourth day at the clinic, Ryan brought me a thumb drive. \u201cI recorded part of what he said in the hospital room that day.\u201d<\/p>\n I glared at him bitterly. \u201cDid you suspect him before the attack?\u201d<\/p>\n Ryan admitted he had noticed strange financial anomalies for months: monthly hush-money transfers to a woman named Rachel Solis, a luxury home in Connecticut registered under a shell corporation, and private preschool tuition paid directly from Logan\u2019s production company.<\/p>\n \u201cAnd you never said a word to me?\u201d I demanded.<\/p>\n \u201cI didn\u2019t have solid proof, Maya,\u201d Ryan stammered, looking at the floor.<\/p>\n \u201cAnd I didn\u2019t have half a face until you decided to speak up, right?\u201d<\/p>\n I didn\u2019t forgive Ryan. But I desperately needed the leverage he held.<\/p>\n Over the next three weeks, Ryan worked alongside a brilliant criminal defense attorney named Lauren Vance. Together, they uncovered photos of Logan arriving late at night at Rachel\u2019s Connecticut house, video footage of four-year-old Mason calling Logan \u201cDaddy,\u201d and wire transfers dating back four years.<\/p>\n However, the most explosive breakthrough came from another angle entirely.<\/p>\n Lauren managed to subpoena my past gynecological records before Logan\u2019s team could alter the digital hospital archives. The records revealed specialized appointments I had never authorized, duplicated prescriptions, and massive wire transfers from Logan\u2019s business account to my former OB-GYN, Dr. Salcedo.<\/p>\n One afternoon, Ryan walked into my room, his face completely pale.<\/p>\n \u201cWe found the text logs,\u201d Ryan said softly, handing me a stack of printed messages.<\/p>\n \u201cWe need to prevent another pregnancy before the public wedding.\u201d<\/i>\u00a0\u201cUse a lower dosage. She\u2019s already asking questions about the dizziness.\u201d<\/i>\u00a0\u201cIt won\u2019t matter later. The reproductive damage is already permanent.\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n My hands turned ice-cold.<\/p>\n It meant my miscarriages were never a tragic coincidence, nor a \u201cfragile\u201d body, nor cruel fate.<\/p>\n They were calculated poisoning.<\/p>\n And there was more. Lauren pointed to a final text message sent two days before the acid attack:<\/p>\n \u201cMake it look like an obsessive fan. The face only. Do not kill her.\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n Directly below the text was the phone number belonging to Logan\u2019s personal assistant.<\/p>\n The police were already executing an arrest warrant for him.<\/p>\n I thought I finally knew the full extent of the horror.<\/p>\n Lauren closed the folder, looking at me with dead seriousness. \u201cNo, Maya. This only proves how it started. What we just uncovered regarding the wedding, Rachel, and the money is going to bring Logan\u2019s entire empire crashing down.\u201d<\/p>\n At that exact second, my burner phone rang from an unknown number.<\/p>\n I answered it.<\/p>\n \u201cMaya,\u201d Logan\u2019s voice echoed through the line. \u201cI know you\u2019re awake.\u201d<\/p>\n Before I could speak, he added a sentence that made my blood run cold: he knew we had found the evidence.<\/p>\n \u201cThink very carefully about your next move, Maya,\u201d Logan said through the receiver. \u201cMy fans can be vicious. I\u2019d hate for you to get hurt all over again.\u201d<\/p>\n It wasn\u2019t a plea; it was a death threat disguised as marital concern. For five years, he had used that exact soothing tone to convince me that I was only ever safe by his side.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ve already been hurt in the worst way possible,\u201d I replied, my voice steady and cold as steel. \u201cAnd I\u2019m still standing.\u201d<\/p>\n I hung up.<\/p>\n Then I shook violently for twenty minutes.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m terrified no one will believe me,\u201d I admitted to Dr. Vance as she changed my dressings.<\/p>\n \u201cThen don\u2019t ask them to believe,\u201d she replied sternly. \u201cShow them.\u201d<\/p>\n Lauren agreed completely.<\/p>\n We filed a formal criminal complaint with the District Attorney\u2019s office under high-level protective custody. My medical records were sealed as evidence, financial warrants were issued, and officers moved to intercept Logan\u2019s personal assistant before he could board a flight out of the country.<\/p>\n They caught him at JFK Airport.<\/p>\n At first, the assistant denied everything. But when he realized Logan had no intention of paying his legal fees or posting his bail, he sang like a canary.<\/p>\n He had hired the attacker through an intermediary with a history of stalking celebrities. The $50,000 payment was funneled through a shell company managed by Logan\u2019s cousin. The explicit instruction was: destroy my face, do not kill me, and make it look like a crazed fan attack.<\/p>\n State troopers apprehended the man who had thrown the acid at a bus station in Pennsylvania before he could cross state lines.<\/p>\n His confession matched the bank records down to the dollar.<\/p>\n However, Lauren decided we couldn\u2019t rely solely on the criminal justice system. Logan had army-grade attorneys, immense wealth, and a PR machine capable of spinning any accusation into \u201ca traumatized, unstable bride confused by heavy pain medication.\u201d<\/p>\n So we waited until we possessed evidence that was utterly impossible to refute.<\/p>\n On a Friday night, my legal team issued a formal statement: I had filed criminal charges alleging premeditated assault, medical cover-ups, and non-consensual reproductive poisoning linked directly to Logan Vance\u2019s inner circle.<\/p>\n The media exploded. Some tabloids claimed I was after money or delusional from trauma; others began digging into the cousin\u2019s shell company, the payments to Dr. Salcedo, and the identity of Rachel Solis.<\/p>\n Logan responded that very night with a polished video released on his social channels. He wore an unbuttoned shirt, two days of beard stubble, teary eyes, and perfect studio lighting designed to make him look utterly destroyed by grief.<\/p>\n \u201cI love Maya with all my heart,\u201d he wept into the camera. \u201cShe is going through a unfathomable trauma and is surrounded by malicious people manipulating her vulnerable state. I would never hurt her.\u201d<\/p>\n Lauren smiled as the video ended.<\/p>\n \u201cHe just walked right into our trap,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n \u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHe called you incapable of understanding your own reality.\u201d<\/p>\n The very next day, I released my voice to the world.<\/p>\n Not my face. Not yet.<\/p>\n I recorded a three-minute audio statement:<\/p>\n \u201cMy name is Maya Vance. I am not confused. I am not speaking under pressure. For five years, I loved Logan Vance. One week before our wedding, I was doused with acid. While lying in the hospital, I overheard Logan admit that the attack was orchestrated to prevent me from appearing at our wedding, making way for another woman with whom he shares a four-year-old child. I also learned that for years, I was administered drugs without my consent to induce miscarriages. I do not want your pity. I want justice.\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n The recording dominated every news cycle, radio station, and social media platform in the nation.<\/p>\n The fairy-tale narrative Logan had crafted began to disintegrate in real time.<\/p>\n Old interview clips resurfaced where I spoke openly about my miscarriages while Logan stood beside me, wiping away fake tears. Investigative journalists tracked down Rachel\u2019s house in Connecticut. Public records confirmed four-year-old Mason\u2019s existence, funded entirely by Logan\u2019s corporate accounts.<\/p>\n His major athletic brand endorsement canceled his multi-million-dollar contract overnight.<\/p>\n Then his record label suspended all promotional tours.<\/p>\n Finally, Rachel was subpoenaed to testify before a grand jury.<\/p>\n I saw her months later in a courtroom.<\/p>\n She wasn\u2019t a cackling villain; she was just a tired, desperate woman. For weeks, I had imagined she must be some extraordinary siren for Logan to destroy my life for her. But no woman is worth destroying another human being\u2019s body over.<\/p>\n Rachel confessed that she had been Logan\u2019s girlfriend before he achieved national fame. When his career blew up, his management forced him to hide the relationship. Then Mason was born, and Logan insisted on keeping them a secret to preserve his heartthrob image.<\/p>\n Then I came along\u2014a quiet gallery assistant from Brooklyn. No scandals, no Hollywood connections. A normal woman who, according to his PR team, could rebrand him as \u201cthe superstar who fell in love with a sweet, everyday girl.\u201d<\/p>\n Our entire relationship had been born as a corporate PR strategy.<\/p>\n I was the only one who didn\u2019t know it.<\/p>\n \u201cDid you know Logan planned to physically stop Maya from attending the wedding?\u201d the prosecutor asked Rachel on the stand.<\/p>\n Rachel wept into her hands. \u201cHe told me he was going to \u2018resolve the situation\u2019 so we could finally be together.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDid you ask him\u00a0how<\/i>?\u201d<\/p>\n Silence filled the courtroom.<\/p>\n \u201c\u2026No,\u201d Rachel whispered.<\/p>\n \u201cWhy not?\u201d<\/p>\n She closed her eyes. \u201cBecause I didn\u2019t want to know.\u201d<\/p>\n That answer haunted me for a long time. Choosing not to know is just another way of participating in the crime.<\/p>\n Rachel maintained she had no knowledge of the acid or the reproductive drugs. With no evidence connecting her to the physical violence, she avoided criminal charges. Later, she wrote me a long letter admitting she had hated me for living the public life she felt she deserved, and that she hadn\u2019t questioned Logan\u2019s methods because she was terrified of losing her chance at a normal family.<\/p>\n I didn\u2019t forgive her, but I stopped viewing her as the center of my nightmare. The monster had always been Logan and his sociopathic belief that he owned the lives around him.<\/p>\n While the legal battle raged, my physical recovery progressed.<\/p>\n I underwent six major surgeries. The first time Dr. Vance allowed me to look in the mirror without bandages, I saw deep, rigid scar tissue along my jawline, severe burning on my neck, and a partially reconstructed eyelid.<\/p>\n \u201cWill I ever look the same again?\u201d I asked softly.<\/p>\n \u201cNo,\u201d Dr. Vance said honestly. \u201cYou won\u2019t look the same. But you will heal. It just takes time.\u201d<\/p>\n I stared at my reflection. \u201cThen we have time.\u201d<\/p>\n My parents flew in from Chicago. My mother embraced me carefully, avoiding my right cheek. My father sat beside my bed, unable to speak for several minutes.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m so sorry I couldn\u2019t protect you, baby,\u201d my dad rasped.<\/p>\n \u201cDad, you couldn\u2019t have known.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat doesn\u2019t stop a father from wishing he had.\u201d<\/p>\n They stayed by my side through every skin graft, every court hearing, and every night I woke up screaming from nightmares of burning fluid hitting my face.<\/p>\n Ryan continued cooperating fully with prosecutors, turning over internal emails, hidden ledgers, and contract logs.<\/p>\n \u201cI can\u2019t undo what I enabled,\u201d Ryan told me quietly outside a deposition. \u201cI can only stop protecting him.\u201d<\/p>\n The legal proceedings lasted nearly two years.<\/p>\n Logan\u2019s high-priced defense team tried to frame every piece of evidence as isolated coincidences, but the digital paper trail was too damning.<\/p>\n Dr. Salcedo lost his medical license permanently and was sentenced to prison for medical malpractice, non-consensual drug administration, and falsifying medical records.<\/p>\n Logan\u2019s personal assistant received a reduced prison sentence in exchange for testifying.<\/p>\n The hitman was convicted of aggravated assault and sentenced to twenty years.<\/p>\n And Logan Vance was found guilty of conspiracy to commit severe bodily harm, reproductive battery, and obstruction of justice.<\/p>\n When the judge read the guilty verdict, I didn\u2019t feel a sudden rush of joy.<\/p>\n I felt oxygen.<\/p>\n It was as if I had spent two years drowning beneath the surface, finally breaking through to breathe.<\/p>\n As I walked out of the courthouse, Lauren pointed toward a side exit. \u201cThere are fifty camera crews out front.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI know,\u201d I said. \u201cThat\u2019s why I\u2019m going out the front door.\u201d<\/p>\n I didn\u2019t cover my face.<\/p>\n I walked down the marble steps flanked by my parents, Dr. Vance, and Lauren. Reporters shouted my name from behind the velvet ropes.<\/p>\n One journalist yelled: \u201cMaya! Will you ever forgive Logan?!\u201d<\/p>\n I stopped at the bottom step, looked directly into the news cameras, and spoke clearly:<\/p>\n \u201cFor years, the public believed a fairy-tale love story constructed around me. Today, I want to say something simple: if someone destroys your body to control your life and claims they did it out of love, that is not love. That is ownership.\u201d<\/p>\n The wall of reporters went dead quiet.<\/p>\n \u201cMy face changed,\u201d I continued. \u201cMy body changed. But my name is still mine.\u201d<\/p>\n That footage went viral across the globe.<\/p>\n For the first time in my life, I wasn\u2019t \u201cLogan Vance\u2019s tragic bride.\u201d<\/p>\n I was Maya Vance\u2014the survivor who brought down an empire.<\/p>\n The years that followed were mine, though they were rarely easy.<\/p>\n I learned to wear makeup over my scars when I wanted to, and to leave them bare when I didn\u2019t. Survival didn\u2019t mean pretending the pain was a hidden blessing.<\/p>\n Together with Lauren and Dr. Vance, I founded a non-profit foundation called\u00a0Her Own Name<\/i>. It began as a small legal and medical fund to support survivors of chemical attacks, reproductive coercion, and abuse perpetrated by powerful, wealthy figures.<\/p>\n Ryan donated a significant portion of his wealth to the foundation and testified publicly about how the entertainment industry shields toxic men.<\/p>\n \u201cYou can\u2019t buy redemption, Ryan,\u201d I told him flatly.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m not trying to buy it,\u201d he replied. \u201cI\u2019m trying to make myself useful.\u201d<\/p>\n Over time, I made my peace with his role. Never full forgiveness, but peace.<\/p>\n Five years after the attack, I received a letter sent from a federal prison in Pennsylvania.<\/p>\n It was from Logan.<\/p>\n I left it unopened on my desk for two weeks.<\/p>\n When I finally broke the seal, I didn\u2019t find the charismatic pop star I had once loved. I found a man who finally seemed to grasp the concept of consequence.<\/p>\n \u201cFor a long time, I believed my only mistake was losing control of the narrative,\u201d<\/i>\u00a0he wrote.\u00a0\u201cNow I understand my crime was believing your life belonged to me. I wanted to leave you with a small, quiet existence: a penthouse, money, silence, and gratitude. I am deeply ashamed that I ever called that \u2018care.\u2019\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n He didn\u2019t ask for forgiveness.<\/p>\n He mentioned that Mason was growing up, that Rachel had told the boy part of the truth, and that his son sometimes missed him and sometimes hated him.<\/p>\n I folded the letter neatly.<\/p>\n I didn\u2019t cry. I didn\u2019t write back.<\/p>\n I placed it inside a drawer alongside my old medical records and a single photograph of my face taken before the attack.<\/p>\n Not to mourn the woman I used to be, but to measure the immense distance I had traveled.<\/p>\n Ten years after the attack, we opened the first permanent medical and legal facility for\u00a0Her Own Name<\/i>\u00a0in Manhattan.<\/p>\n Dr. Vance headed our reconstructive surgical wing. Lauren directed our pro-bono legal team. My parents cut the opening ribbon alongside me.<\/p>\n During the opening reception, a young woman with fresh, pink burn scars along her neck approached me nervously.<\/p>\n \u201cMaya,\u201d she whispered, tears in her eyes. \u201cDoes it ever stop hurting?\u201d<\/p>\n I thought about giving her a comforting lie, but she deserved the truth.<\/p>\n \u201cIt hurts differently,\u201d I told her gently. \u201cIn the beginning, the pain rules your life. Eventually, it learns to take a back seat while you build something brand new.\u201d<\/p>\n She cried, and I held her.<\/p>\n That night, returning to my apartment, I stood before the mirror without a drop of makeup.<\/p>\n Logan had tried to destroy my face so I would be completely dependent on him. He had tried to strip away my fertility so I would raise another woman\u2019s child. He had tried to turn my body into a prison and his wealth into the key.<\/p>\n He failed on all three counts.<\/p>\n For years, I had been obsessed with being chosen: by Logan, by his fans, by the idea of a perfect family, by the polished image of me in glossy magazines.<\/p>\n After the fire, I had to learn something far more difficult.<\/p>\n To choose myself.<\/p>\n If I could turn back time, I would choose never to have met him. I do not believe suffering is a cosmic gift, nor that a woman needs to be broken to realize her strength.<\/p>\n But no one can rewrite the past. The only power we hold is deciding who gets the final word.<\/p>\n Logan wanted my story to end on a cold hospital bed, my face wrapped in bandages, his hand gripping mine as he dictated how much healing I deserved.<\/p>\n It didn\u2019t end there.<\/p>\n He wanted the world to remember his tragic romance.<\/p>\n The world ended up remembering his crime.<\/p>\n And I learned that a scar can alter a face without ever erasing a name.<\/p>\n Today, when people ask me who I am, I don\u2019t start with the word\u00a0victim<\/i>.<\/p>\n I say Maya Vance.<\/p>\n Daughter. Founder. Survivor.<\/p>\n A woman they tried to diminish to her wounds, who chose instead to take up even more space in the world.<\/p>\n Because Logan Vance tried to destroy my face so no one would ever look at me again.<\/p>\n And he ended up forcing the entire world to truly see me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Part 1 \u201cIf Maya arrives at that wedding with her face intact, Rachel will never be able to take her place.\u201d I heard that single sentence one week before I … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":37286,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,4,5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-38054","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-family","category-inspiration","category-story"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/readingdairy.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/38054","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/readingdairy.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/readingdairy.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/readingdairy.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/readingdairy.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=38054"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/readingdairy.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/38054\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":38055,"href":"https:\/\/readingdairy.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/38054\/revisions\/38055"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/readingdairy.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/37286"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/readingdairy.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=38054"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/readingdairy.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=38054"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/readingdairy.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=38054"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}Part 2<\/h3>\n
Part 3<\/h3>\n