All Chapters of FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION : Chapter 511 - Chapter 520

MANY HOURS AGOLena cradled Tarzan’s face against her chest, her arms wrapped tightly around him as if she could shield him from whatever haunted his sleep. She pressed soft, lingering kisses to his forehead and tasting the salt of his dried tears.“Tomorrow morning, we’ll get you a doctor, okay?” she whispered gently. “It was just a nightmare.”Tarzan said nothing. His breathing eventually slowed, but Lena could still feel the tension coiled in his body. She knew it had been more than a simple nightmare — but she didn’t push. Even though she wondered what kind of nightmare would make a man like him cry that much.They fell asleep in that position.---The next morning, Lena woke up alone.A faint chill as soon as her eyes fluttered open an found Tarzan standing motionless at the side of the bed, staring down at her.As if he has been watching her for sometime.The early light carved sharp shadows across his face. For a split second, her heart seized.“Babe… you scared me,” she b

Lena stood frozen for a long moment, the weight of his words pressing against her chest like a stone. *Die... it will make me feel better.* His cruel suggestion echoed in her head. Her grip tightened around the strap of her bag as fresh tears slipped down her cheeks. When she finally looked at him, her voice emerged as little more than a whisper.“I won’t die because of you,” she said slowly, the words trembling but unbroken. “I’ve survived worse than this… and I’ll survive you too, Tarzan.”She drew in a shaky breath and wiped her eyes. Silence stretched between them as she stared at the floor. Then, gradually, she lifted her chin, breathing deeper, steadier.“You wanted me to hate you?” Her voice grew stronger. “Fine by me. But let me make one thing crystal clear: I’m not weak or desperate. I may have been when you found me, but I’m not that woman anymore.”She straightened her posture, blinking away the last of her tears. “You know what? Maybe you’re right about one thing. I w

LENA'S POV After the grueling morning shift, my feet throbbed, but the ache was nothing compared to the hollow pain in my chest. Those words I’d spat at him… they still echoed in my head. They didn’t even sound like me. I’d been so desperate not to look weak, not to look broken, that I’d lashed out and said things I couldn’t take back. It was all a game to him. Why did I let myself expect more? I was older. I should’ve known better. It was too good to be true—a young, handsome man treating me like I was the center of his universe. Mitch was right and I don’t care anymore. I’m done. I’ll live for myself, with no one else in the picture. No family to fall back on. Maybe I’ll find a small apartment and adopt a couple of dogs. That could be enough. I brushed the tears from my cheeks with the back of my hand and leaned against the cool brick wall behind the café, waiting for Julia to finish changing. She finally emerged in casual clothes, offering me a soft, sympathetic smi

“Hmmm... nothing. It's just... nothing.” I quickly looked away. How could I tell her it reminded me of him because it was the exact size? I mean, I had just said I wanted nothing to do with him, and yet the moment I walked in here, all I could think about was him. I hated that every corner I looked at brought back flashes of our lovemaking. How could I have truly believed it was all real? How was I supposed to erase every touch, every kiss, every movement from my mind? Why did he choose me to be his victim? Why was he so patient, only to shatter me in the end? I thought Mitch turning his back on me was the most painful thing I could ever experience. No... He called me unwanted. He said that even if I lost all the weight and returned to my old body, I would still be unwanted. He told me I should kill myself. The fact that I actually thought about it... And then changed my mind because he ordered me to. He probably doesn't even realize it, but that cruel comma

After a quick shower, I changed into a simple pair of jeans and an oversized T-shirt Julia had lent me. Feeling refreshed, I stepped out of the guest room and into the hallway.The moment I reached the stairs, the front door swung open.A tall, broad-shouldered man walked in carrying several grocery bags. I froze mid-step. He stopped just as abruptly, clearly surprised to find a stranger standing in his house. For a tense second, neither of us spoke.I forced a polite smile. “Good afternoon.”He gave a small nod. “Yeah? Em… where’s my wife?” His voice was deep, with a slight accent I couldn’t quite place.“She’s in the kitchen. I’m… Lena. A friend of Julia’s.”His eyes lingered on me a moment longer than necessary. His expression remained unreadable, but something about his gaze made my stomach tighten. He didn’t seem pleased.Before the silence could grow more uncomfortable, Julia appeared from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a dish towel.“Honey, you’re home!” She hurried over, sli