All Chapters of FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

LENA'S POVI sat restlessly in the backseat of the cab, knees pressed together, fingers twisting the strap of my purse into a knot I'd never be able to undo later.Beside me, Julia scrolled through her phone, utterly unbothered.I, on the other hand, was calculating.How much did a decent set of lingerie cost? Fifty? Sixty?That could be grocery money.I was about to make the biggest financial mistake of my life. But maybe—just maybe—this would open Mitch's eyes. Make him see how much I wanted to be seen by him.I sighed.Debt was already choking me. And now this. According to Julia, we were going to a fancy store.Thrift stores were more my speed.I thought back to the last time I asked my husband, Mitch, for underwear.I hadn't been working until two years into our marriage, when everything started to fall apart.I lost our baby barely a month before.I asked Mitch if he could buy me a new set of underwear from a nice store."What happened to your old ones?" he asked."They are… the

MITCH'S POV When I got home that day, it was already 4 p.m. I pushed the front door, only to be surprised when it refused to open. It was locked. That meant Lena wasn’t home yet. Which was very strange. Lena’s morning shift at the little downtown café was supposed to end at 1 p.m., and she always came straight home to prepare dinner. Since I hadn’t come home yesterday after storming out angrily, I had expected her to be waiting with a nice hot meal, ready to apologize. It seemed I had been too soft on her. She had simply gone to work without a care and was now taking her sweet time coming home. That’s very bold of you, Lena. I rolled my tongue in annoyance and let myself into the house with my key. The living room and bedrooms looked spotless, as always. Nothing impressive. Vacuum lines on the carpet, throw pillows neatly fluffed, my dirty laundry folded and stacked on the dresser. Even the bathroom smelled clean and fresh. As expected. At least she was usef

LENA'S POVThe ride back home felt like a dream.The kind where you're floating through something that can't possibly be real, waiting for the jolt that will snap you back into your body.I looked down at my hand.A thick envelope filled with cash.My heart wouldn’t stop pounding against my chest because I had never held so much money before.I held it tightly, as if the air might steal it away.Back there at Monica’s Luxury Fashion House, a woman had introduced herself as the manager and invited us to a VIP restaurant area. Julia and I were offered food… delicious food.I politely declined, but Julia had already started eating. She pushed me to try some.I was hungry, but I couldn’t risk gaining extra pounds.If Mitch was back home and the next morning’s weigh-in showed I had gained weight, it would ruin his birthday.So I tried harder to convince Julia that I was full.Then the woman—the manager—gave me this envelope with a smile, as if she were handing me a coupon for a free coffe

Getting to the entrance door, I pushed it open.Mitch, as I guessed, was home already.Actually, he was on the couch in the living room, hunched forward slightly, phone in his hand, thumb scrolling slowly.I was so excited I couldn't contain it."Baby!" I called with a smile.The bags slipped from my fingers.Before he could look up, I crashed into him with my arms wrapped around his neck.I kissed him.Oh how much I have missed this.His body was warm—always so warm—so I buried my face in his shoulder."What the hell has gotten into you? Don't you know you are heavy? Get off me" he snapped, pushing me off him."Baby, you will not believe what happened today," I said, standing up straight.He was frowning at me while I was smiling so wide.The kind of smile that hurts your cheeks because your face isn't used to making that shape anymore."What the hell happened that you came back at 5pm instead of 1pm?"I cut in. "Let me explain, baby. I was at the cafe, right? Just sitting there, doi

After cooking, just like he said, we went to the bathroom and checked my weight.My fingers trembled as I stepped onto the scale, my heart drumming against my ribs like a caged bird.It wasn't that I had lied, but my weight is not to be trusted. Even if I fast, somehow it always ends up disappointing me.I held my breath."Congratulations, you stayed the same weight. No improvement."Mitch said it sarcastically.A quiet wave of relief washed through me, though I didn't let him see it.I can take that sarcasm—if it had been higher than last time, I wouldn't be able to bear the weight of his disappointment.We walked back to the dining table.I plated his food carefully, making sure the portion looked generous.Then I sat across from him, chin resting on my palm, just watching him.He started eating, and I could only swallow my saliva, trying to hold the hunger inside until 6 p.m., when I would break my fast.Mitch must've been starving.He ate like a man who hadn't seen food in weeks.