Lahat ng Kabanata ng FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

After I was done with the cigar and had some peace in my groin, I returned to the room.She was sleep-talking with a frown."Don't... please... don't."The fact that I was certain the dream was about him made me angry.But also, seeing her face with that familiar frown reminded me of the first time we met.---16 years ago.I was only 8 years old, a shy, timid Grade 5 kid who barely talked to anyone and never stood up for himself.Being the youngest in class made me the target for bullying.Back then, I thought the best way to survive school was to stay invisible, so I tried as much as possible not to interact with or associate with other kids.It worked—but not always.That particular day, I stayed a bit too long after school, waiting for the playground to clear before heading home.I didn't want to run into trouble.But trouble found me anyway.I was sitting on a bench at the playground, tying my shoelaces, when they found me.Three boys from the upper class, about 11 years old. The

My heart was throbbing so hard that it hurt my chest. She turned to me then, her expression softening into a gentle smile. "You okay, dear? Let me see your nose." I nodded, though I couldn't bring myself to speak. She checked the bleeding spot. For some reason, my cheeks were burning, and I couldn't make eye contact. "Don't let them get to you, okay? If they try anything again, tell someone bigger. Or," she said with a small grin, "find me. I'll take care of it. Come to my school just opposite yours, grade 11 B classroom. You can ask for Lena—I'm the only one answering that name." I managed a quiet, "Thank you," still holding my nose. "Do you live far?" she asked with a worried look, checking my bleeding nose. I managed a small shake of my head. "All right. Let me carry you home. I have to make sure those boys don't come for you because of what I did." "I can walk. I'm not a baby." She laughed. "Okay, sir, big boy. Next time, show those bullies that you are the bi

MITCH’S POV What the hell is wrong with her, just walking out like that? She has never left the house because she was angry. Never. Who the fuck is feeding her this attitude? Could it be that so-called “friend” from the café — her co-worker? I won’t tolerate this shit. She can be as angry as she wants, but she stays in this house. I’m the one who walks out when I’m pissed, not her. Was it because I slapped her? I’ve never laid a hand on her before. And honestly, it wasn’t even my fault. She pushed me first. She was trying to embarrass me in front of those girls. I had to put her in her place and show dominance. Otherwise, they would’ve thought I was some weak-ass man. I glanced at my phone screen. Two hours. Two whole hours since I sent her that text, and she still hadn’t replied — even though I’d added “PLS.” I dialed her number. It rang and rang. No answer. I tried again… and again… and again. “What the fuck is wrong with her? How dare she ignore my calls?!” I snapped,

She looked around the unfamiliar room with her back turned to me. Then came a sudden gasp. She noticed me. “My wedding ring?!” I felt a dark surge twisted in my gut. That was what she was worried about first—not her location? “No… no… oh… my wedding ring… where is it?” Her voice cracked. “I can’t find it…” She paused. “Where… where am I?” Another beat of silence. “Who is that man?” She whispered it to herself in a terrified voice. I didn’t move a muscle. “No please, don’t tell me…” Her voice trembled with panic. It made me uncomfortable, but I had to keep up the act. She stood up and walked around the room quietly, as if stepping on air. I could barely hear her footsteps. “Where is my phone…? What have I gotten myself into…? I must have been kidnapped… This is bad… I can’t find my phone… That man looks strong and big. I have to think of something.” *Hey, you forgot ridiculously handsome,* I thought. “I’m so lost… Mitch, will I ever see you again? I shouldn’t have left

I looked down and spoke gently. “You shouldn’t make such stupid decisions. Taking your own life… what the hell were you thinking?” She stared at me, wide-eyed, as if my words had genuinely caught her off guard. “What do you know!” she snapped, her voice cracking. “You have no idea what my life is like. You don’t get to tell me what I can and cannot do with it. I’m better off dead. I have no one… no one who cared. The man I loved more than anything… I lost him.” I kept my face calm, though my chest tightened. “He wasn’t meant for you,” I said quietly. “That’s why you lost him.” “You don’t know anything about us,” she whispered bitterly, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks. “How we started… how deeply we loved each other.” I slowly lifted my eyes to hers. “You said no one cared. You’re wrong, Lena.” My voice dropped. “What if I told you that your death would cost more than just your life? What if it wiped out my future… and an entire generation that was supposed to come from u