Todos os capítulos de THE TRAINER WHO CLAIMED MY PLUS-SIZE BODY : Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

I looked up and froze. It was my sister standing outside the car. Her face was calm, but her eyes said everything. She knew exactly what she had interrupted. Marcus was still on top of me, breathing hard, eyes wide. I pushed him gently. “Get off,” I whispered. “It’s my sister.” He moved quickly. We both scrambled for our clothes. I pulled my underwear and pants up as fast as I could, then fixed my top. My hands were shaking. Marcus yanked his jeans up and tried to make himself presentable. The windows were still fogged. I took a deep breath, fixed my hair, and opened the door. My sister stepped back a little as I got out. She didn’t look angry. She just looked at me the way only an older sister could, knowing, quiet, and a little disappointed. “Bella,” she said simply. “Hey,” I answered, trying to sound normal. My voice came out a bit rough. Marcus stepped out of the other side of the car. He looked awkward, still adjusting his shirt. My sister’s eyes moved to him for a se

We didn’t go back to my sister’s house that night. After Marcus put the ring on my finger, neither of us wanted the evening to end. He drove us to a quiet hotel on the edge of the city. The whole ride, his hand stayed on my thigh. Every few minutes he would glance at me like he still couldn’t believe I had said yes. When we got to the room, he closed the door behind us and just looked at me. “You’re really going to marry me,” he said. I held up my hand so the ring caught the light. “Looks like it.” He walked over, took my face in both hands, and kissed me. Soft at first. Then deeper. I kissed him back with everything I had been holding in for months. Clothes started coming off slowly this time. No rush. No fear of being caught. Just us. Marcus pulled my dress over my head and let it fall. His eyes moved over my body without judgment. He touched my waist, my hips, the soft curve of my stomach, like he was learning me all over again. “I love every part of you,” he said quietly.

I was still sitting on the front steps when I heard the bedroom door open upstairs. A few seconds later, footsteps rushed down the staircase. Ryan appeared at the doorway. He had changed his clothes. His hair was still messy, and his shirt was buttoned wrong at first. He fixed it quickly while walking toward me, holding the divorce papers in one hand. “Bella, wait.” I looked up at him. He stopped a few feet away, breathing hard. “You left before we talked.” “There’s nothing to talk about.” “There is.” He came closer. “I can explain what happened.” I almost laughed. “You don’t need to explain.” “I do.” “Ryan, I walked into this house and found you with the same woman again. What explanation could possibly change that?” He looked down. “I made a mistake.” “A mistake?” “Yes.” “You made the same mistake more than once.” He was silent. “And you knew exactly what you were doing.” I continued. He rubbed his face. “I was foolish.” “You were but it isn't my business again." H

Marcus drove back to the house that evening with the divorce papers on the passenger seat. He had spent the whole day preparing himself for what he might face. He expected shouting. He expected tears. He expected Sophia to throw things or accuse him of abandoning her after her accident. He had practiced the calm answers he would give. What he did not expect was the sound that reached him the moment he opened the front door. A low, rhythmic moan drifted from the upstairs bedroom. The bed frame was creaking in a steady, unmistakable rhythm. A man’s deep groan mixed with Sophia’s voice. Marcus stopped in the hallway. For a few seconds he just stood there, listening. Then he climbed the stairs quietly. The bedroom door was half open. He pushed it wider with two fingers. Sophia was straddling a man on the bed. She was completely naked, her back arched, hips rolling as she rode him hard. Her hands were planted on his chest for balance. Sweat glistened on her skin. The man underneath

I thought the worst part of my past was finally behind me.I was wrong.My phone rang while I was sitting on my sister’s sofa. I glanced at the screen and saw Jake’s name. I stared at it for a moment, then declined the call.A few seconds later, he called again. I ignored him. Another call came. Then another.“What does he want now?” my sister asked from the kitchen.“I don’t know.”“He's the Jake guy you told me about right? Aren't you going to answer?”“Yes he's the one but I'm not going to answer it. I know why he's calling me. He's a selfish man.”“Block him.”“I will if he keeps calling.”The phone stopped ringing. For a few minutes, everything was quiet. Then a message appeared.Jake: ‘We need to talk.’I locked the screen. Another message arrived.Jake: ‘Please answer me Anabella’I ignored that one too. Then another.Jake: ‘You can’t keep avoiding me.’I sighed and put the phone face down. My sister sat beside me. “Is he that desperate?”“He was involved in everything that hap