All Chapters of FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

That statement shattered me.“Mitch, you know how much I love babies,” I said, my voice dropping into something raw. “You know how much it hurts that we couldn’t have one.”Tears streamed freely down my cheeks.“Don’t blame it all on me when you haven’t had sex with me for three years now!”“We had good sex for two years. What happened? Your weak womb couldn’t let them live?” He scoffed. “You know what? I’m sick of your crying and acting like a child. We are done talking about this. Take that thing off your body—you look like an obese clown.”He turned to leave.Something snapped inside me and I lost it.“Mitch!” I yelled, my voice rising louder than I had ever heard it before. “I have had enough of your nonchalant attitude!”He froze and turned around. His eyes narrowed slightly, studying me like I had finally lost my mind.Maybe I had actually lost my mind… because my mouth kept pouring out words from my tight chest before I could even think.“What the hell do you want from me? My

Tears were streaming down my face again. I didn’t bother wiping them away. Mitch continued. “And that wasn't’t all. You open your mouth and brag about buying me shirts I never asked for. Wow. Mitch is so privileged—his wife buys him shirts with her bonus money. The same woman he sacrificed so much for.” I shook my head. “No… I wasn’t bragging… I wasn’t…” The look on his face made me pause. I saw pure rage in his eyes. Then he turned around and walked out of the room. “Mitch?” I followed him. He walked straight to the gift bag on the couch, grabbed the shirts, and pulled them out roughly. My stomach turned inside out. “Mitch… what are you doing?” He didn’t answer. He carried the clothes to the kitchen, opened a drawer, and pulled out a pair of scissors. My heart skipped a beat. No, he is not about to… “Don’t,” I breathed. “Mitch, please—” He started slicing the shirts into shreds. “I don’t need your fucking shirts!” “No!” I rushed forward, dropped to

I felt a surge of encouragement from Mitch’s soft gesture the night before. It gave me the strength to jump up from the chair, ignoring my exhaustion. I decided to finish the icing and cake decorations before five in the morning. I worked quickly, then rested for a bit with my phone beside me. When the alarm woke me, I immediately picked up the cake and carried it toward his bedroom. The number 35 candle was already in place. I took a deep breath. My palms were sweating against the glass plate, and my heart was beating like a drum. I was nervous but hopeful. He had covered me with that blanket last night. It definitely meant something. I knocked softly on his door—three times—before it finally opened. My breath caught at the sight of him. I had forgotten how handsome Mitch always looked in the morning. He was shirtless, wearing gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips, exposing that faint line of hair below his abs that disappeared into the waistband. The sight made me swallow

“We will close it when you get back in shape. What do you think?”He said it with a smile, which only confused me more.The words didn’t make sense at first. They floated in the air around me like smoke.“What do you mean by ‘open our marriage’? Our marriage wasn’t a secret, Mitch,” I whispered, genuinely confused.“No… no…”He laughed.“Damn, you are so stupid sometimes. It means we will stay married, but we’re free to see other people. We can even bring them over to the house and do introductions.”“When you say ‘see other people’… what exactly—”He pinched the bridge of his nose.“Lena, I mean date other people. Have sex with them. It’s not fair to either of us to keep pretending we’re okay when we’re not.”I stared at him like he had grown two heads.“Mitch, are you joking? You can’t possibly mean that…”“I’m giving you the grace to see other people, Lena.”He reached for my hand again, but I pulled it back without thinking. He didn’t seem to care.“Don’t make things more difficul

I smirked at my reflection and rubbed my hands, feeling my handsome self.I gave all this to her for two years... I was faithful, a good husband who provided shelter, security, food, care and affection.The least she could do was have my kids and stay in shape.She failed both woefully.Anyway, I know she will come around and agree to the open marriage.She loves me too much not to.I ran a hand through my wet hair and exhaled hotly.And honestly?The jealousy will be good for her. She needs that as motivation.Right now she's way too comfortable... she needs some humbling to get her back on track.So when she sees the lovely way I will treat the younger women I date in front of her... she'll finally work harder and get back in shape.I'm doing her a favor as a good husband.I grabbed my razor and started shaving.The other thing is that it doesn't really matter if she agrees or not. I'm going to do what I want either way. But this way, I get to do it with a clear conscience. She can