All Chapters of I Left, Glowed Up Now He's Begging For A Second Chance : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Beverly POV“You’re just so fat and ugly. Take a good look at yourself and tell me if you were me would you still be with someone like you?”His voice cut through the dining room that morning cold, sharp and deliberate. Each word landed like a blade, slicing deeply into me, reminding me once again how miserable my life had become.I whimpered quietly from where I lay crumpled beside the kitchen cabinet, my body curled in on itself like I was trying to disappear into the floor as I watched him helplessly, my chest tight, my heart aching painfully.Marcus sat comfortably on our large dining table, eating like nothing was wrong. Like he hadn’t just shattered me. He shoveled in the food I’d spent hours cooking standing, sweating and forcing myself through the pain while I lay here with an empty stomach.He said starving me was one of the ways to make me lose weight.And I didn’t complain infact I never did.My whole life had revolved around me trying to please him, respect and love him th

Beverly POVThat night, sleep refused to come.Every time I closed my eyes, the same image forced its way back into my mind Vanessa in Marcus’s arms. The way she fit against him so easily. The way his hand rested on her waist like it had always belonged there.And the worst part?They were in the master bedroom now, my bedroom the same room I had shared with him just yesterday. The same bed where I had cried myself to sleep countless nights, hoping tomorrow would be kinder. Now it belonged to her.Vanessa.The same Vanessa who had almost ruined his life.How and when did they even get back together?My chest tightened painfully as the questions crowded my mind.Was I really not good enough?Was it just about my weight, or was there something else something Marcus hadn’t had the courage to say? Something that made bringing his ex back into our lives unavoidable?The same ex he knew had a way of bullying me. Of belittling me with her looks alone.I could already imagine how unbearable m

Beverly POV The flight back to Michigan felt like the longest one I had ever taken. Maybe it was because it had been so long since I’d been here… or maybe it was the circumstances surrounding my return. I honestly didn’t know.The entire time, I sat by the window, watching the ground below slowly shrink as we ascended the sky. Buildings became dots and the roads thinned into faint lines.With every passing minute, my chest tightened, my heart racing like it wanted to leap right out of me. Anxiety coiled deep in my stomach one I knew had nothing to do with flying a plane. I took slow, measured breaths at intervals, whispering to myself that I could do this again and again until the plane finally touched down.When I stepped out, I drew in a deep breath of the city’s air. It felt different. Fresher. The city had changed so much since the last time I was here, and despite myself, I felt a flicker of awe. Tall buildings. Brighter lights. A new kind of movement. But the amazement didn’t l

Beverly POVI turned slowly and, just as expected, I found myself staring into the face of the last person I ever wanted to see.Marcus Hawthorne.Seriously… how could this be happening?Was this some kind of twisted, cruel luck?After everything that had happened to me… after everything I had dragged myself through just to become whole again, just to stand on my own two feet without feeling like I was drowning… the first person I ran into on my first day in this cursed city just had to be him.The same man whose face was burned into the worst parts of my memory.And not just that he turned out to be the father of the child I had already grown so attached to.Was fate trying to punish me?Or remind me that I would never really escape my past?I stood frozen in place my tight, my fists clenched so hard my nails bit into my skin but I barely felt the sting As my entire focus was on him--Marcus, the way he stood, the way he leaned slightly toward the nurse while she spoke, the way his sh

Beverly POV“Mr. Hawthorne, we need you right now. Liam is not responding to treatment again, and we don’t think he’s going to make it.”For a moment, the world seemed to halt after the nurse dropped the bombshell.Nothing moved. Not me.Not Marcus.Not even the air around us.The sentence hung heavily in the space between us sharp, final, brutal.Like a death sentence.My chest tightened instinctively, my whole body trembling yet again in the way it always did whenever Liam was mentioned.Oh God.I could feel my heart constrict painfully in my chest, my entire system going rigid.Liam.The last image I had seen of him just before this crisis flashed through my mind almost immediately.A small, dark-haired boy—sickly, fragile, but unbelievably cute, with a warm heart and the gentlest smile.My chest tightened even more the longer I thought about him.His small fingers curling around mine earlier as I played with him.The way his eyes had lit up when I smiled at him.The trust in his vo