All Chapters of FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The walk to the café was supposed to take thirty-five minutes. I had been doing it for months now—every morning, to help with my weight loss journey. But this morning, I wasn’t thinking about any of that. All I had in my head was Mitch’s voice. "Let’s open our marriage."My feet moved on their own. Left. Right. Left. Right.My eyes stared straight ahead but saw nothing. The world was a blur of gray sidewalks, gray buildings, and gray sky. I didn’t notice the clouds gathering, nor the first drop of rain. Not until it started pouring heavily and people began running for cover. Some sprinted away, others held umbrellas over their heads, while a few ducked into doorways. And I just stood there, in the middle of the sidewalk, with no umbrella. I had been too lost in thought to check the weather before leaving the house. I looked around slowly and spotted a small awning outside a closed shop. Beneath it was a long bench with no one on it. I walked over, sat down, pulled

"Gabi… Lena said we shouldn't refer to him as her anything… she’s married," Vivian informed her, since Gabi hadn’t come to work yesterday."I know she’s married. It was a joke. He seems fond of her… that’s why—"I cut her off."Don't joke like that with me, please. Marriage is not a joke.""Well, I apologize, jeez. Why are you so uptight today?" Gabi replied."Lena, do you know the biker guy has beautiful eyes?" Vivian whispered.What am I supposed to do with that message? I had a lot of things bothering me already.Julia cut in. "Give her some space, you two. Go back to work. There are customers to serve! And don’t go hawking around the biker guy!"The girls left, and Julia came closer to me, leaning in to whisper."In case you’re wondering, that’s him."She pointed to the corner of the room. My gaze followed and landed on someone in a black hoodie, a nose mask, and an all-black outfit."We didn’t recognize him at first. My goodness… he has some beautiful eyes. They’re not blue… not

TARZAN'S POV I stood frozen on the sidewalk, watching her walk back to the café like she hadn’t just carved my chest open.Her words kept ringing in my ears, sharp and relentless.“Stay away from me… There’s nothing between us. Nothing ever will be.”My hand trembled as I dragged the nose mask down my face. Suddenly it felt like it was choking me. The air tasted bitter.Don’t say shit like that, Lena. Don’t fucking scare me. It’s not easy to ignore you. It’s never been easy. I looked up again. She was almost at the entrance now, her steps quick and guarded. “I am a married woman.” The reminder hit like a second slap. I never thought I’d envy any man—least of all the worthless bastard who got to call her his wife. But God… how lucky he is. I envy every breath he takes beside her. Every morning he wakes up to her face. Every time he gets to touch her hand, brush her hair, trace her cheek—things I’ve only ever dreamed about for years. She was supposed to be mine.

The girls glanced at each other while Mitch sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose."Stop embarrassing my friends, Lena. They are here to celebrate with me. Why are you acting like they are criminals? These are young, harmless girls who came to celebrate with me."They kissed and sexually caressed him, licking his ears, and one was blowing him."Friends? You call them friends?! You are naked, Mitch! They are women half-naked in lingerie in our marital bedroom, having the cakes I baked on their bodies while you lick it off. How much disrespect will I swallow, Mitch? I want them gone! I am your wife! I need you to respect that. I have been a good wife, and this is what I get."He was staring at me like I had grown a second head."Lena, get to the kitchen and make me some nice food. That's what a good wife would do. Make something nice for me and my friends. They have been here since morning, hungry and working really hard to satisfy your husband in ways you never have. You see the wa

TARZAN'S POV I had followed her and watched her, as always. I saw the moment she stormed out of that house, tears flooding her face. I was there. I watched her stumble to the park. Watched her drink an entire bottle of vodka like it was water. It took everything in me not to go to her then. But I waited. Because I needed to see if the bastard would come for her. He didn't. So I decided to get her some flowers from the nearby flower shop. On my way back, the bench was empty. Then I saw her walking straight into the road, drunk. My blood turned to ice. I felt like my life flashed before my eyes. Suicide? I dropped the flowers and rushed over to her immediately. I ran as fast as I have never run in my entire life. She was about to step into the busy road when I grabbed her arm and yanked her backward—hard—just before her foot could touch the asphalt. She fell against me, and we crashed onto the sidewalk. Her back hit my chest, her head tucked under my chin. She was tremblin