All Chapters of THE TRAINER WHO CLAIMED MY PLUS-SIZE BODY : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The words cut through the noise. I turned my head fast. My heart nearly stopped. It was Marcus. He was coming closer to us, moving through the crowd like he belonged there. His eyes locked on Jake’s hand on my waist. I knew this wasn’t going to be easy. My stomach twisted tight. Marcus looked calm on the outside, but I saw the tightness in his jaw, the way his shoulders sat straight. He had no idea Jake knew about us, or at least suspected. And here we were, in the middle of a big event with everyone watching. One wrong word and the whole night could blow up. My dress suddenly felt too tight. The music sounded louder. I wanted to run, but my feet stayed planted. I freed myself from Jake’s grip, stepping back a little. But Jake grabbed my wrist, firmer this time. He faced Marcus directly. “And if I don’t?” People around us started to glance over. A few conversations slowed. I felt eyes on us. My face grew hot. “Jake, stop it,” I said quickly, keeping my voice low. “There are people

After they were done, Ryan excused himself and told Bella to enjoy the party. He gave my arm a gentle squeeze, the kind he used when he wanted to look like the perfect husband in front of others. His voice was low and calm, warm like it used to be in the early days of our marriage. “I need to go back to the investors now. They have some important questions about the new project timeline and funding. Stay here, Bella. Mix around with the guests, have a drink or two, enjoy yourself. You look beautiful tonight in that dress. I’ll find you later once the main talks are finished.” He smiled at me, the smile that always worked on business partners, then turned and walked away through the crowd. I watched his back as he moved, shaking hands with a few people on the way, disappearing near the far end of the hall where the big group of men in dark suits stood talking seriously. The lights from the chandeliers caught his watch as he gestured during conversation. Part of me felt relieved he was

When Marcus got enough evidence on his phone, he burst the door open and asked in a commanding tone, “What the hell is going on here?” The door slammed hard against the wall with a loud bang that echoed through the whole bedroom. Marcus stood there in the doorway, his phone still gripped tight in one hand, his chest rising and falling fast from running up the stairs. His eyes moved quickly from Jake to me, then back to Jake again. The anger on his face was clear and sharp. His voice filled the room, deep and strong, like he was ready to fight anyone who tried to lie to him. “I said, what the hell is going on here? Bella, Jake, explain yourselves right now! I saw everything through the door. Don’t even try to lie to me. What is this?” Jake quickly stopped immediately, pulling his lips and hands away from me. He stepped back fast, almost tripping over the edge of the rug near the bed. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and adjusted his shirt collar with quick movements. His

Sophia had waited long enough. The party hummed around her, soft music, clinking glasses, and polite laughter, but her patience had run out. She set her drink down on a side table with a sharp click and stood up, smoothing her dress. Her eyes swept the room again. No sign of Marcus. She moved through the crowd, nodding at familiar faces but not stopping to chat. She checked the hallway, the kitchen, even the back patio where a few guests smoked and talked business. Nothing. Her steps grew quicker, heels clicking against the floor. By the time she circled back to the main room, her face had hardened. Fury built in her chest, hot and tight. She found a quiet spot near the tall windows and crossed her arms. “Where the hell is he?” she muttered. Minutes ticked by. Guests glanced her way, but she ignored them. Her mind raced with possibilities, each one worse than the last. She tapped her foot, checking her phone every few seconds. No calls. No texts. Just silence. The longer she waited,

I thought my life was over the moment I saw Clara standing there. Jake was still deep inside me, thick and pulsing. We both froze on the couch, my heart slamming so hard I could hear it in my ears. Sweat covered our skin. Any second now she would open her eyes fully and see everything. Ryan would find out. My marriage, my life, it would all come crashing down.But Clara’s eyes stayed closed. She swayed a little at the entrance to the living room, arms hanging loose at her sides. Jake noticed first. He put a finger to his lips, signaling me to stay quiet. His other hand stayed on my hip, holding me still.“She sleepwalks,” he whispered, so low I barely heard it. “She does this sometimes back home. Don’t move.”I stayed frozen beneath him, barely breathing. Clara took a few slow, shuffling steps into the room, eyes still shut. She touched the back of the chair like she was looking for something, then turned around without any real purpose. It really was sleepwalking. Relief hit me so ha