The Ruthless Billionaire's Plus-Size Obsession

Sonia

I never thought the man who once praised my curves would become the same man who made me ashamed of them.

Nathan had always known I was chubby.

He knew it before he married me.

In fact, my body had been one of the things that attracted him to me in the first place.

He used to tell me that he loved me because of my shape.

I believed him.

I believed every word.

That was why I never imagined that one day, the same man would look at my body with disgust.

……..

“Put this on.” Nathan said, dropping the gown on the bed.

I stared at the dress lying on our bed.

For several seconds, I couldn't move.

It was beautiful. Pale blue silk, long sleeves, a delicate neckline, and tiny crystals sewn around the waist. It looked like something designed for a woman who could walk into a room and make everyone turn their heads.

But it just wasn't designed for me.

I slowly picked it up.

The moment I held it against my body, I already knew it wouldn't fit.

I looked at my husband.

“Nathan,” I said softly, “this isn't my size.”

He was standing near the mirror, adjusting his cufflinks.

He didn't turn around. “Then make it your size.” he said, his voice filled with irritation.

I thought I had heard him wrong.

“What?”

“I said, wear it.”

I stared at his reflection in the mirror. “Nathan, I'm serious. It won't fit me.”

“I don't care. Squeeze yourself into it if you have to. ” His voice was so cold that something inside my chest tightened.

I looked down at the dress again. “But you know I'm plus-size.”

That finally made him turn around.

His eyes slowly traveled over me. From my face to my stomach, then lower.

There was no tenderness in his eyes. No warmth. No trace of the man who had once kissed my forehead every morning before leaving for work.

There was only disgust.

“That,” he said, “is exactly the problem.”

My fingers tightened around the dress.

I swallowed. “What problem?”

“You really want me to say it?” He gave a short, humorless laugh.

I didn't answer.

“Sonia, look at yourself.” He said, stepping closer.

But I didn't need to look at myself. I already knew what I looked like.

I knew my body had changed. I knew the dresses in my wardrobe that once fit me comfortably had become tight around my arms, my waist, and my stomach.

I knew I had gained weight. I knew I was no longer the woman in our wedding photographs.

I knew all of it. But hearing it from Nathan was different.

Because Nathan was supposed to be the one person who didn't make me feel ashamed of my own body.

“I've been trying,” I whispered.

“Trying isn't enough.” He scoffed.

The words hit me so hard that I forgot to breathe.

I looked at him. “I didn't choose this.”

He rolled his eyes dramatically, “Of course you didn't.”

“I didn't.” My voice cracked. “My body changed after the pregnancy.”

“Don't start.” His jaw tightened.

“I carried our baby.” My voice trembled.

“I said don't.” he scoffed with rage.

My eyes burned.

For three years, I had avoided talking about that night.

Three years of waking up from nightmares.

Three years of remembering the hospital lights.

Three years of remembering the way the doctor had lowered his eyes before saying the words that had shattered my world.

I'm sorry. We couldn't save the baby.

I had been pregnant with our first child.

Our daughter.

I had already chosen her name. I had already imagined holding her. I had bought tiny clothes that never got worn.

And after I lost her, my body changed.

My hormones changed. Everything changed.

But I had never expected my husband to look at the body that had carried his child and see something disgusting.

“I lost our baby, Nathan.”

“Your dead child isn't an excuse to get fat like a cow in my house.” His expression hardened.

Everything inside me went silent.

I don't know how long I stood there. Maybe a few seconds. Maybe an entire lifetime.

The dress slipped slightly from my fingers.

I stared at him, waiting for him to take his words back.

But he didn't.

He didn't apologize. He didn't even look sorry.

I pressed my lips together because if I opened my mouth, I knew I would scream.

Instead, I whispered, “How can you say that to me?”

“Because somebody has to tell you the truth,” he said.

“The truth?” I asked in confusion.

“Yes.” He pointed toward the dress. “Put it on.”

“Nathan, please.” I shook my head.

“What's so difficult about wearing one sexy dress?”

“It doesn't fit.”

“Then lose weight.”

I felt another tear slide down my cheek.

“You know I've been trying.”

He sighed as if I were exhausting him.

“You always have an excuse.”

That hurt more than anything. Because I remembered all the things I had done for him.

The nights I stayed awake helping him with his company.

The weekends I spent reviewing contracts.

The countless times I sat beside him while he built his business from a tiny office into a company worth millions.

I had been there when nobody knew his name.

I had believed in him even when he doubted himself.

And now he was looking at me like I was an inconvenience.

“I'll wear it,” I whispered.

“Good.” His expression didn't change.

I carried the dress into the dressing room.

I closed the door.

The moment I was alone, I covered my mouth.

A sob escaped anyway. I looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes were red. My cheeks were wet. My body looked larger than it had years ago.

But I was still me.

I was still Sonia.

The woman who had once been one of the youngest cybersecurity specialists in the country.

The woman who had built systems from scratch.

The woman who had given up her career because she believed marriage meant standing beside the person you loved.

The woman who had lost her child and somehow kept breathing afterward.

I wasn't worthless. I wasn't ugly. I wasn't a failure.

At least, I kept telling myself that.

Then I tried to put the dress on. But It wouldn't go over my shoulders.

I pulled harder.

The fabric tightened around my arms.

I sucked in my stomach and tried again.

Nothing.

I pulled once more. And then...

RIP!

The sound was so loud that I froze. I looked down, the side of the dress had torn open.

For a moment, I simply stared at it. Then I started crying..

I cried the way I had cried in the hospital three years ago.

The kind of crying that makes your chest hurt.

The kind that leaves you struggling for air.

I pressed my hands against my face.

“I'm sorry,” I whispered to no one.

I don't even know why I apologized.

Maybe because somewhere along the way, I had started believing that my body was something I needed to apologize for.

I changed into one of my old dresses.

It wasn't expensive or fashionable. But it fits.

I wiped my face and went downstairs.

Nathan was standing near the dining table.

He looked at me. Then his eyes narrowed.

“Where's the dress?” he asked coldly.

“It tore." I replied, lowering my gaze.

“What?”

“I told you it wouldn't fit.”

He stared at me. “Of course it tore.” His voice filled with disgust. “This is exactly what I'm talking about.” He shook his head. “You always embarrass me.”

My heart sank. “I am your wife.”

“Exactly.” He said it like being married to me was something unfortunate that had happened to him.

Then he looked toward the doorway.

“Look at Annabelle.”

I turned.

The front door opened and Annabelle Reed, his so-called friend, walked inside.

She looked perfect, slim, and elegant.

Her long hair fell perfectly over her shoulders, and the black dress she wore fitted her body beautifully.

She smiled when she saw Nathan.

“Sorry. Am I late?”

Nathan's entire face changed. “No, Annabelle.” His voice softened. “You're right on time.”

I watched him brightly. The smile I hadn't seen directed at me in months. Maybe years.

Annabelle's eyes moved toward me. She paused and looked at Nathan with a frown. “Nathan, don't talk about her like that.”

For one stupid second, I thought she was defending me.

Then Nathan said, “I'm only telling her the truth.”

He looked at me. “Look at Annabelle." He said and I felt my stomach twisted. “She takes care of herself.” Nathan added.

“Nathan…” Annabelle looked uncomfortable.

“She looks beautiful in anything.” Nathan continued, stepping closer to her. “I can take her anywhere without feeling embarrassed.”

Then he looked at me. “But you?” My throat tightened. “I can barely take you out without wondering what people would say when they saw me with a fat cow like you.”

His words pierced my heart like a thousand arrows, breaking it into pieces beyond repair.

God, I couldn't believe the man standing in front of me was my husband.

The same man who had once told me I was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

The same man who had promised me that my body would never change the way he loved me.

The same man who had held my hand in the hospital after we lost our baby.

Now he looked at me as if I were something he wanted to hide.

“That's enough, Nathan.” Annabelle shook her head.

But he continued. “She doesn't even care anymore.”

My hands began to shake.

I wanted to leave. I wanted to run upstairs and lock myself in the bedroom. But my feet wouldn't move.

Then Nathan stepped closer to me, “Sonia.” His face was expressionless. “I want a divorce."

What?

Did I hear him right?