Todos os capítulos de THE TRAINER WHO CLAIMED MY PLUS-SIZE BODY : Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Clara walked into Ryan’s company with her phone tightly held in her hand.The video was still there. She had watched it enough times to know exactly what it showed. Bella and Marcus. Together. Inside Ryan’s own house.“My brother deserved the truth.” She said to herself.Today, Clara was going to give it to him.“Good morning, Mrs. Clara.” An employee greeted her. “Morning.”Another employee smiled at her as she passed. “Good morning.”Clara barely returned the greetings. She crossed the lobby and went straight to the elevator. As the doors closed, she looked down at her phone again. The video was saved in her gallery. But she knew that if she deleted it, Ryan might never believe her. She needed him to see it with his own eyes.The elevator reached Ryan’s floor. Clara stepped out and walked toward his office. Then she stopped.Ryan’s secretary was sitting behind her desk. She looked different somehow. Her hair was slightly messy, and her blouse did not look as neat as usual. She kept

I knew Clara would tell Ryan the truth. By the time I got home, she was probably already standing in front of him with the video on her phone. I could almost imagine his face when he watched it. But strangely, I wasn’t scared anymore. I drove home with both hands on the steering wheel, my mind quiet for the first time in weeks. I had spent so much time worrying about what Ryan would think, what he would say, and whether he would forgive me. Now, none of it mattered. I had seen him with his secretary. Whatever happened next was his problem. When I reached the house, I parked in the driveway and sat there for a moment. The house looked exactly the same as it always had, but it no longer felt like home. I picked up my bag and stepped out. Inside, everything was quiet. I walked upstairs without stopping. I didn’t want to sit in the living room and remember anything. I didn’t want to wait for Ryan’s car to pull into the driveway. I was leaving before he came back. I entered the bedroom

Several months had passed since I left Ryan’s house.At first, I thought the change would feel strange forever. Waking up in my sister’s guest room. Eating breakfast with someone who actually wanted to hear how I was doing. Coming home without wondering whether Ryan would be angry, cold, or ready to remind me of everything he hated about me.But slowly, it became normal.I had built a routine. Every morning, I woke up early, drank water, ate something before training, and worked out. Some days were difficult. Some mornings, my body felt heavy, and I wanted to stay in bed. I never did. I would put on my workout clothes, tie my hair back, and start.Marcus wasn’t there anymore. That made a difference. When he was around, I hardly focused on training because of the attention he gave me. I liked hearing his voice, feeling his hands guide me through an exercise, and knowing he noticed every change in my body. Now there was nobody watching. And somehow, that made me take it more seriously.

After weeks of recovery, hospital visits, and doctors telling her to take things slowly, Sophia was finally home.She had returned to the house she shared with Marcus. For the first few days, Marcus tried to make everything peaceful. He cooked for her. He helped her move around when she needed it. He made sure she took her medication and attended her appointments. He wanted a fresh start.But the peace did not last.Sophia slowly returned to her old habits.One evening, Marcus came out of the shower and found her sitting on the bed with his phone in her hand. He stopped. “What are you doing?”Sophia looked up. “Checking something.”“You went through my phone?”“I was looking for something.”“You could have asked me.”She placed the phone beside her. “Would you have shown me?”Marcus frowned. “Why wouldn’t I?”“Because you have secrets.”He stared at her. “I don’t have anything to hide.”Sophia gave a small laugh. “That’s what people say when they have something to hide.”Marcus picked

I stared at Marcus’s message for a minute. “Can we meet?” My heart started beating faster. I had imagined seeing him again so many times, but now that he was actually asking, I suddenly didn’t know what to say. I typed, “Where are you?” His reply came quickly. “I’m on the road. Send me your address.” I hesitated before sending him the address of my sister’s house. A few seconds later, another message appeared. “I’m coming.” I smiled. “You’re serious?” “Very.” That night, I slept little. Marcus was coming. After months of phone calls and messages, I was finally going to see him again. By morning, he was already in the city. I stood in front of the mirror for a long time, changing clothes twice before settling on a simple outfit. I didn’t want to look like I had spent hours preparing, even though I had. My sister noticed. “You’re nervous.” I turned around. “I’m not.” She laughed. “Bella, you’ve changed clothes twice.” “I’m meeting someone I haven’t seen in months.” “Marcus