All Chapters of Claimed by My Ex-Husband's Uncle: His Plus-Size Desire: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Julian's first day back at work after the honeymoon. I woke up earlier than usual, while the sun was still shyly peeking through the bedroom curtains. Julian was still sleeping soundly beside me, his face peaceful, his breathing steady. I smiled at him, then slowly got out of bed without making a sound.I walked to the kitchen with mixed feelings. This was the first time I truly felt like a wife. Not a neglected wife like I used to be with Diego. But a wife who wanted to take care of her husband with all her heart.The kitchen in Julian's house was huge. All modern appliances, clean, and looking like they were rarely used. I opened the fridge and found enough ingredients. Eggs, butter, milk, bread, bacon, and fresh vegetables. The maid must have bought them.I started cooking with enthusiasm. I made scrambled eggs with bacon, toasted bread with butter, and a fresh vegetable salad. I also prepared black coffee for Julian, exactly the way he liked it. No sugar, no milk.As I was decorat

I closed my eyes, feeling the peace in Julian's embrace, but that peace didn't last long. My body started responding to his warmth in a way that made me shiver. I opened my eyes and looked at him.Julian was looking at me with dark, desire-filled eyes."Every night, I never get tired of looking at you.""I never get tired of looking at you either," I whispered.He leaned in and kissed my lips. The kiss was gentle at first, but it deepened as I responded. His hand reached for my waist, pulling me closer. I felt his desire beginning to rise."I want you every night and every moment.""You always want me," I whispered back."Because you always make me want you."He broke the kiss and started kissing my neck, tracing a path to my collarbone. I bit my lip, holding back the moan that wanted to escape. His hand moved downward, feeling my chest through the thin fabric of my pajamas."Julian," I whispered.He pulled my pajamas down slowly, letting the fabric slide off my shoulders. My chest wa

The next morning. Julian was still holding me, his breathing steady in my ear. I smiled, remembering the beautiful night with my husband, but that peace didn't last long. My phone buzzed on the bedside table. Message after message came in from friends, relatives, and even some journalists who somehow got my number. I opened one message from my best friend, Sarah. "Did you see the news? Diego is talking to the media again! He's absolutely outrageous!" I frowned and opened the news app. And there, on my phone screen, was a video of Diego's interview on one of the leading television stations. The title made my blood boil: "Diego Mendoza: My Uncle Destroyed My Marriage!" I pressed the play button with trembling hands. Diego sat in the studio with a fake sad expression. Beside him, Isabella sat gracefully, occasionally stroking his arm as if comforting him. "I don't know what else to say. I've lost the wife I loved because of my own uncle's actions. Julian Mendoza, my uncle,

A week after my visit to Julian's office, I started feeling something strange in my body. At first I thought it was just stress from thinking about Diego and the negative comments in the media. But as the days went by, my condition became more unusual.That morning, I woke up with an overwhelming feeling of nausea. I rushed to the bathroom and threw up. I thought it might be because of last night's heavy dinner. But the next day, the same thing happened again.Julian was on a business trip to Singapore for a meeting with an important client. He would be gone for a week. I didn't want to bother him with my small complaints. But this nausea wasn't like regular nausea. I threw up almost every morning, and I felt tired all day long.I sat on the edge of the bed with a towel around my neck, trying to calm my churning stomach. I stared at the ceiling, thinking hard. Morning sickness, fatigue, breasts that felt more sensitive than usual...No. That couldn't be.I was infertile.The doctor ha

Finally, after three days that felt like three years, Julian came home. I heard the car pull into the garage and immediately rushed to the front door. My heart was pounding. I had been planning this moment since he left. I had prepared everything perfectly.Julian walked in with his slightly wrinkled work suit, suitcase in hand, and a face that looked exhausted. Dark circles under his eyes showed that he hadn't slept much during his business trip."Lorena," he greeted, his voice hoarse. He kissed my forehead. "I missed you so much.""I missed you too." I hugged him tightly. "How was your trip?""Pleasant but exhausting. I just want to shower and sleep.""You must be hungry. I've prepared a lot of food. Steak, roasted potatoes, and your favorite chocolate cake...""Honey, I already ate on the plane. I'm really tired. Maybe later..."But before he could finish speaking, his eyes caught the dining table I had set neatly. Candles were lit in the center of the table, fresh flowers in a cry