All Chapters of Claimed by My Ex-Husband's Uncle: His Plus-Size Desire: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Lorena's POV"You're fat and infertile. Those are the two reasons I want to divorce you."The words left Diego Mendoza's lips without the slightest burden.Meanwhile, I was still standing in the living room, my body wrapped in maroon silk lingerie. I had deliberately bought it earlier that afternoon after spending hours thinking in the boutique. For two weeks, he had not touched me, and for two weeks, he had been coming home late at night.But now, with the divorce papers he had thrown onto the floor, I felt like the stupidest person in the world."What did you say?" I asked.Diego loosened his tie with a rough motion. He tossed his expensive navy suit onto the back of the sofa. The eyes that once always softened whenever they looked at me were now filled with disgust."So you're deaf too, apparently," he said sarcastically.He walked closer, but not to hold me. He stopped about two meters away from me, enough to look at my entire body from head to toe, and his gaze looked like he was

The Mendoza Corporation building towered over the city's main business district. I stood in the magnificent lobby with mixed emotions. Nervous, afraid, embarrassed, but also desperate because I had no other choice.I didn't come to see Diego.I came to see his uncle.Julian Mendoza.I had only seen him twice. The first time was at my wedding to Diego five years ago. He came alone, without a wife, and only offered brief congratulations before leaving. The second time was at Diego's birthday party two years ago. He sat in the corner of the room holding a glass of whiskey and barely spoke.What I knew was that he was Diego's father's younger brother. He was probably around fifty years old, but his face looked younger, and he was known as a successful businessman who often lent money to other people. There were rumors that he was some kind of shadow investor for many small businesses in this city.I had contacted his secretary yesterday. I said I was his niece-in-law, and I needed to spea

Two weeks later.The courthouse stood tall with its classic European-style architecture. Its white marble pillars seemed to have witnessed thousands of divorces within its walls. Today, another one would be added to that long list.My divorce.Today I wore a simple black dress. Not too tight, not too loose. It reached my knees, with long sleeves covering the arms I had never liked. I fixed my hair neatly, tying it back.My phone vibrated.A message from Julian."I already sent a car to pick you up."I let out a sigh. During the past two weeks, Julian had always appeared at unexpected moments. He sent me the best lawyer. He even arranged this divorce hearing incredibly quickly, as if he wanted everything finished as soon as possible.The luxurious black car picked me up exactly at nine in the morning.I stepped out of the car with slightly trembling legs. Robert Abraham, my lawyer, was already waiting for me in front of the entrance wearing a black blazer and a confident expression."R