مكتبة
بحث
بيت / Romance / The Plus-Sized Bride No One Wanted: Too Fat to Love / The Confession.

مشاركة

The Confession.

مؤلف: Pr3shy V.
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-07-26 03:21:12

~ Ivy ~

The room smelled like lavender soap and soft leather, but my chest felt so tight I could barely breathe. I sat on the far edge of the grey couch, my fingers twisting the hem of my sweater around and around until my knuckles turned white.

Across from me, Dr. Wells set her notepad down on the small glass table. She didn't look at me with pity. She just looked at me like I was a real person, someone who mattered.

"Ivy," she said softly, her voice quiet and steady. "What do you want to say
استمر في قراءة هذا الكتاب مجانا
امسح الكود لتنزيل التطبيق
الفصل السابق الفصل التالي
الفصل مغلق

أحدث فصل

  • The Plus-Sized Bride No One Wanted: Too Fat to Love    The Echoes of the Past.

    ~ Ivy ~I sat on the edge of my bed, watching the dark shadows stretch across the white rug. The guest house was quiet, so quiet I could hear the wind brushing against the glass, but inside my head, everything was loud.My hand rested on my stomach. It was flat now, completely empty.I picked up my pencil, trying to draw the outline of a leaf, but my fingers trembled so much that the tip snapped against the paper. The tiny click sounded like a gun going off in the silent room.I sucked in a sharp breath. My heart started beating fast, hitting my ribs like a trapped bird.Get a grip, Ivy, I told myself, squeezing my eyes shut. You are fine. You are safe in Ethan's guest house. You had a good day at the art show. People actually bought your paintings.I tried to focus on that. I tried to remember the woman at the gallery who held my hand and told me my work was beautiful. I tried to remember the check sitting on my desk, proof that I was finally making my own money.But the good thought

  • The Plus-Sized Bride No One Wanted: Too Fat to Love    The Secret Art Sales.

    ~ Ivy Monroe ~The dark wooden floor of the guest house cottage felt cool under my bare feet. A warm morning breeze drifted through the wide, curtainless window, carrying the smell of cut grass from the Knight Manor gardens.I sat at the small round dining table with my laptop open. On the screen was the homepage of a major online art marketplace. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, shaking so hard I had to press my hands flat against the wooden edge of the table to steady them.In my lap lay three finished paintings and two charcoal sketches. For weeks, Ethan had been encouraging me to put my work online."You can reach people all over the world, Ivy," he had told me just two nights ago over dinner. "You don't need a fancy gallery to tell you what your art is worth. You can sell prints, original pieces, even custom work. You can build something that is entirely yours."I wanted that. More than anything, I wanted to prove to myself that I could earn a living on my own strength. But

  • The Plus-Sized Bride No One Wanted: Too Fat to Love    The First Exhibition.

    ~ Ivy Monroe ~I held the cool glass of water in my hand, but my fingers shook so hard the water sloshed over the rim, wetting my knuckles. I set the glass down on the small wooden side table before I dropped it.Across the room, the morning sun hit the white screen of my laptop. The little black arrow hovered over the refresh button on my email inbox."Ivy, you are going to stare a hole right through that screen," Ethan said, his voice quiet as he walked into the kitchen of the guest house. He carried two white porcelain mugs, the steam rising in thin, gray swirls. He set one down in front of me and pulled out a chair. He wore a simple navy sweater with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows."I can't look, Ethan," I said, my voice barely a whisper. I tucked my dark brown hair behind my ears, clutching the edges of my oversized gray cardigan around my waist. "If it's a rejection, I don't think I can handle it today. I really don't.""It won't be a rejection," Ethan said gently. He reach

  • The Plus-Sized Bride No One Wanted: Too Fat to Love    The Confession.

    ~ Ivy ~The room smelled like lavender soap and soft leather, but my chest felt so tight I could barely breathe. I sat on the far edge of the grey couch, my fingers twisting the hem of my sweater around and around until my knuckles turned white.Across from me, Dr. Wells set her notepad down on the small glass table. She didn't look at me with pity. She just looked at me like I was a real person, someone who mattered."Ivy," she said softly, her voice quiet and steady. "What do you want to say to the people who hurt you? Not what you think you should say to be nice. What do you actually feel right now?"I stared down at the dark blue rug under my feet. My mouth felt dry, like I’d been swallowing dust. For a whole year, I had kept everything locked up inside a tiny, dark box in my chest. If I let a little bit out, I was scared the whole world would break. Or worse, that people would see how ugly my feelings really were and run away."I... I don't know," I whispered. My throat hurt."Tr

  • The Plus-Sized Bride No One Wanted: Too Fat to Love    The Investigation Deepens.

    ~ Ethan Knight ~I sat behind my heavy wooden desk in my private office. The room was perfectly quiet, except for the ticking of the wall clock. I stared at the door, waiting. A few moments later, there was a sharp knock.My private investigator stepped into the room. He walked over to my desk and set a thick, brown folder right in front of me. This was the moment I had been waiting for. The investigator had just delivered another file to me, which contained detailed records of Chloe's movements on the day of the charity gala. I pulled the folder closer and opened the cover. My hands felt stiff. I flipped through the first few pages, reading the printed words carefully. I looked up at the investigator."Is this everything?" I asked, my voice low."Yes," the investigator said. "Read the timeline on page three."I turned to the third page. The records clearly showed that she was seen entering the private hallway where she cornered Ivy. I traced the printed words with my finger, feeling

  • The Plus-Sized Bride No One Wanted: Too Fat to Love    The First Gallery Art Visit.

    ~ Ivy ~"Put these on," Ethan said, handing me a small paper bag.I looked inside. A pair of flat leather shoes and a soft green cardigan sat inside the white paper. I sat on the edge of the guest house bed, clutching the cardigan to my chest. "Where are we going? Is it time for my appointment with Dr. Wells again?""No," Ethan said. He leaned against the doorframe, wearing a light blue button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He didn't look like a doctor today. He just looked like a friend. "No doctors today. We're going to the Riverside Arts Quarter. There’s a gallery opening tonight."My heart did a sudden, hard thud against my ribs. I shook my head, my hands tightening on the green wool. "No, Ethan. I can't. I'm not ready for a place like that. People will look at me.""They're going to look at the art, Ivy," Ethan said softly. He walked into the room, keeping his movements slow and predictable, the way he always did when he saw me panic. He stopped two feet awa

فصول أخرى

قد تعجبك أيضًا

استكشاف وقراءة روايات جيدة مجانية
الوصول المجاني إلى عدد كبير من الروايات الجيدة على تطبيق GoodNovel. تنزيل الكتب التي تحبها وقراءتها كلما وأينما أردت
اقرأ الكتب مجانا في التطبيق
امسح الكود للقراءة على التطبيق
DMCA.com Protection Status