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"You want me to say it? Fine! You are too fat, you can never be a successful actress,Charlotte. What makes you think you will get a role in the audition? How many female actors of your size do you see in a Chinese drama getting major roles? And worse you are mixed with black. Be realistic". Those were the words of my boyfriend,Jun, after I told him about my upcoming audition for a movie. I tried to keep my emotions in check. "Why do you say it like being mixed with black is a bad thing? Besides there are many plus size female actors in Hollywood" I replied. "Oh you want to go to America? You will sure make a good comedy show,look I don't mean to make you feel bad, especially when you are suicidal. But why not stick to the waitress job that I suggested and quit this idea of being an actress". I looked down sadly. "I came because I wanted to seek your encouragement. I didn't know you would get this upset." "Upset?" Jun said with a humorless laugh. "You think I'm just upset? That's my problem with you". I looked up at him with glistening eyes. "Acting has been my dream,since I was child. Why can't you support me in this?" "Because It's silly!" he snapped back, his voice rising. "I'm your boyfriend, Charlotte. You're supposed to respect me. If you cared about me, you wouldn't even be arguing about this. You will stick to the waitress job, like I told you to do.". "Jun, you know I love and do care about you. I've been loyal to you. Always. Why can't you for once, support me? I am trying, I really am." "Maybe, if you weren't this average and unnecessarily fat, it could be hopeful". I was speechless at that statement. He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Just look at yourself in the mirror, Charlotte.No one want to see all of you on their screen. You complain that you got bullied as a waitress. Well news flash, you will get more hate as an actress on the screen. Do you want to be bullied online too?" My throat tightened. "I was 'unnecessarily fat' when you approached me. Why didn't you say you didn't like plus size and go for slim women?" I asked with a frown. "I loved you with your flaws too, you know that. Don't act like you're perfect." Jun scoffed, offended. He rolled his tongue and looked me up and down. I looked at myself too,I was wearing something close to a maternity gown. According to Jun that's what suits me the most. Suits my body type,the most. Since he was my boyfriend I had accepted his dressing choice for myself. "You're lucky I've put up with you for this long. I've been managing you. Be honest, how many men were there before me? None! It's hard to find a man when you look like a middle aged, divorced single mother with kids. You are twenty-nine and unmarried what did that tell you? You think you have options?" Those words landed like a slap. "Do you know how cruel those words are, Jun?" I sobbed as tears rolled down my eyes. "Don't get all sensitive, Charlotte. I'm just being honest. So if you want this relationship to work, you know what you need to do. I can't put up with the shame all the time. Family, friends, have been on my neck. You have no idea how much shame I have been fighting by having you by my side as my girlfriend?" I looked down slowly. "You are.... ashamed of me?" "Ashamed is an understatement." He scoffed. I looked up at him, my tears rolling freely down my cheeks. "I never forced you to love me, Jun. Why did you even date me if you are embarrassed to be seen with me or anything like that. You made me think you are the one...someone who finally understood me and all of a sudden you are acting like a man with no atom of compassion and love for me". "Now, I am the bad guy for dating a hopeless fat twenty-nine years old woman in China, do you think someone out there will look at you twice?" I was about to reply, when a familiar sultry voice called from inside the apartment. "Jun baby!" That voice... "Is that....?" I paused and looked at him in both doubt and surprise. Jun closed his eyes in regret and murmured, "Fuck." Suddenly, the door opened and a blonde lady appeared, wearing nothing but Jun's oversized shirt, her unclad body on full display. Her heavy massive titts bouncing as she walked towards us. Jun rubbed his neck. "Chloe?" I whispered in disbelief. I stood there like a statue, staring at Chloe, my younger sister....half sister. My lips parted, but no sound came. "Opps,hey Charlotte". She said and turned back. I shifted my gaze to Jun. "You... You're... cheating on me, with my sister?" I said, her voice trembling. He ran his fingers through his hair, then turned to me with a frown and suddenly snapped. "Half sister". "She is still my sister! You!...." I couldn't finish my sentence and looked away, sobbing silently. "And whose fault is that? You've been ignoring me lately. What did you expect? For me to just wait around while you chase after your stupid dreams? Besides I am a man, I need to have sex. You kept blabbering about keeping it until the wedding night. This is 2025. Who still makes such decisions? You are twenty nine and a virgin...at this point it's a shame. I can't keep waiting for you, Charlotte." I stared at him, impulsively holding my hand to my chest. I felt a sudden sharp tightness in my chest. "You made me feel small. Made me question my worth just to cover up the fact that you're a liar and a cheat. Just a few minutes ago, I was willing to give up my dream for you, and this is what I get?" Uncontrollable hot tears rolled down my face,my heart was hurting sharply, stabbing so much, so much that I started panicking. "What is happening to me?" I cried loudly as I gripped my chest.“You were standing there the whole time? Do you know how long I’ve been holding this up? My hands are literally aching. And my skincare is ruined.” She snapped with a frown. “I’m… sorry,” I murmured, managing a small smile. “Whatever.” She rolled her eyes again, then turned sharply, her hair swinging as she snapped, “Come on. Follow me.” Well… I thought I had the worst sisters. I followed her meekly through the crowd, dragging my bag behind me, wondering why she had written “Big Fat” on the board. Maybe Olive had described me that way? My stomach twisted at the thought. Well, I am fat, alright. Why am I even sad if Olive described me that way? We reached the car. Emma slid into the driver’s seat, while I slipped into the passenger side, stealing cautious glances at her. She was breathtaking, for real. Beautiful—too beautiful. Even as a woman, I couldn’t deny it. Perfectly symmetrical face, thick blonde hair that fell effortlessly, skin that glowed like it had been kiss
Finally, we landed in Washington, D.C. The cabin erupted into chaos—seatbelts clicking, bags being pulled down, voices overlapping. I took a deep breath as my heart thumped in my chest, a mix of relief and exhaustion. I still had a week before returning to China, so I had better make the most of it. Dragging my carry-on behind me, I followed the stream of passengers into the bustling arrivals hall. I scanned the crowd, my eyes searching for Olive, but I couldn’t find her. Just then, I spotted my two seatmates exchanging contacts, and I found myself smiling. Rooting for them. When I turned the other way, I saw a large signboard with my name written in bold black letters. CHARLOTTE. My stomach flipped, because the person holding it wasn’t Olive. Maybe it’s another Charlotte, I told myself. I glanced back at the woman again. She reminded me of my sister Chloe—blonde, beautiful, fashionable, dressed head-to-toe in designer clothes that screamed wealth. The way she carried her
“Charlotte, the second they hurt you, it became mine. Everything that happens to you matters to me. I won’t sit back and do nothing. I’m not the kind of man who lets the woman I care about suffer. I’ll make sure no one ever dares to hurt you again. So don’t tell me to stay out of it. This is my fight now.”Even till the next day, I couldn’t stop thinking about his words—or how he’d said them with so much anger and determination. The whole experience with Leo felt like one of those fever dreams you pray not to wake from because it was so perfect, like stepping into a sweet fantasy. A man romantically attracted to me, taking responsibility, fiercely protective. Someone who cared about my feelings, never mocked my looks, cooked for me, and didn’t expect me to starve for 24 hours before my next meal. How on earth did that become my reality? A stray tear slipped down my cheek as I leaned my forehead against the cool plane window, watching the clouds drift lazily. No matter how ha
I didn’t give him an answer. Yet here I was, sitting at his dining table, eating the meal he had cooked for me. I had tried to refuse, but he insisted, firmly but gently, and I had no choice. You need to eat, Charlotte. You have to take your medicine, he had said. At this point, I am shameless. He was sitting directly in front of me. Not eating. Not drinking. Just watching me as I ate the food he made, with his question still unanswered. I wanted to ask why he wasn't eating, but before I could say a word, he started. “I wrote this new song inspired by you.” I almost choked on the food I was chewing. Inspired by me? What exactly is inspiring about me? And then—he began to sing. I nearly dropped my fork. I knew I had fantasies about his voice being used for a smut voice-over, but I never actually imagined he could sound so good. So autotuned. I stared at him, wide-eyed, barely tasting the food in my mouth. Now I understood what KC had meant when he once said I was horr
My head shot up that instant. His expression wasn’t angry, but hurt—like my words had cracked something inside him. He stepped closer, his voice gentler now. “Is this… because of what happened last night?” Heat rushed to my cheeks. I don't want to talk about last night how can I escape this?I looked up and noticed his lips twitched into a sad half-smile. "I know I failed you last night. It took you so much courage to ask me to kiss you… to be your first and… I couldn't get it up, and you got mad at me, Right? It's understandable and I am a sorry excuse for a man.” I froze. My throat closed up. I had to say something. “No—that's not true,” I replied immediately. "What's not true?"He asked. I looked down. "You are the best man I have known. A father, a brother, a friend..." "But not a lover..." he added. I stare up at him and swallowed tightly. "Do you still think I am gay?" "No… no… I don’t think you are gay. And also, I was not mad at you last night… please underst
"Am I allowed to visit you?" I asked, trying to change the discussion. "Visit me? I wanted to ask the same. You know I am not residing in Hawaii. We came because Angela wanted a short break before she traveled to Africa. She is a rich model, so she sponsored our trip. Anyway, I live in Washington, D.C. If you ever feel like visiting, just take a flight. Tell me when you land, and I’ll pick you up myself from the airport. I told ya I need a roommate, and a big girl like myself will be perfect." That offer touched me so deeply that I covered my mouth for a moment, afraid my voice would break. “Thank you so much, Olive. Really.” I smiled faintly, a tear slipping free. "Don't mention it," she replied. Then there was a quiet moment where I could hear her breathing, like she wanted to say more but was holding back. "Can I ask you a question though?" she finally said. I was glad she did. "Yes..." I replied. "The guy you are staying with, what's your relationship with him?" Honest