All Chapters of THE TRAINER WHO CLAIMED MY PLUS-SIZE BODY : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

“End this call again or ignore me again and your husband finds out everything about you and Marcus, your trainer.”My blood ran cold. I quickly checked the name on the screen. It was Jake. Jake again? I said to myself. My hand tightened around the phone. After everything with Ryan, this was the last thing I needed.“What do you want?” I asked him, trying to keep my voice steady.Jake didn’t waste time. “Meet me tomorrow at the Green Palm Hotel. Room 212. Be there by noon.”I swallowed hard. “Why? What is this about?”“Just come without questions,” he said. “Or the video I have of you and Marcus cheating gets sent. Not just to Ryan. I’ll send it to Sophia too. Your trainer's wife. And you know how she is. She might even try to jail you for it.”I knew he would find a way to get back the deleted video again. But hearing those threats still made my mind race. Sophia is a lawyer and is unpredictable. She could make my life hell. I took a deep breath. “What do you want, Jake? Why are you d

My phone screen went black right in the middle of checking the time. Dead. Just like that. I cursed under my breath and started tearing through my room, yanking open drawers and shoving aside clothes. Where was that damn charger? I finally spotted it tangled behind the nightstand, yanked it free, and plugged it into the wall. The little lightning bolt appeared after a few seconds, but the phone stayed off. I paced while it charged, heart thumping louder than the clock on the wall. Minutes dragged by. I kept glancing at the blank screen, willing it to wake up. Then came the knock at the front door—sharp, impatient. Jake. I thought to myself. He’s eager to fall into my trap right? No problem. I went downstairs and opened the door. Jake stood there with his hand still raised like he was about to knock again. He was wearing a plain black shirt and jeans. His hair was messy like he hadn't bothered to fix it. He had that smug look on his face. The kind that made me want to slap him. "T

The knock came again, louder this time. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought it might crack them. “Jake,” I whispered urgently, “get up. Now.”He didn’t ask questions. The look on my face told him everything. He jumped off the bed while I straightened the blanket with shaking hands. Pillows lay scattered. I fixed them fast, eyes darting around for anything out of place. Another knock echoed. “Bella!” Ryan’s voice cut through the house downstairs. My blood turned cold.Jake grabbed my wrist. “Where?” “The wardrobe.”I pulled the doors open. He slipped inside without a sound. I met his eyes one last time. “Don’t move.” He gave a small nod. I shut the doors carefully, heart pounding in my ears.The room still carried that heavy, unmistakable smell of sex. I grabbed my perfume from the dresser and sprayed a light mist into the air, just enough to cover it. Another knock rang out. “I’m coming!” I shouted, forcing my voice steady.I hurried downstairs, making myself breathe

Ryan crouched on the porch, fingers tracing the muddy prints. My heart hammered so hard I thought he’d hear it. He straightened slowly, eyes scanning the dark yard.“Someone was definitely here,” he muttered. I gripped the doorframe. “Could be one of the neighbors’ boys jumping through the fence again, you know how they are.”He stared at me for a long second, then wiped his hands on his pants. “Maybe.”That was all. No more questions. He brushed past me into the house, shoulders still tight, and headed straight upstairs. I followed close behind so I could grab the camera, bare feet silent on the steps. In the bedroom he started peeling off his clothes, the ones he’d thrown on in a rush when the vase shattered. He muttered something about needing to sleep like a normal person for once. I moved like I was just tidying up, heart racing. The small camera sat right where I’d hidden it on the shelf behind the lamp, still recording until I’d stopped it earlier. I slipped it into my pocket

I stared at Jake’s message until the screen went dark. You were good yesterday. Don’t forget I still have the video. A slow smile spread across my face. He really thought he had won. He believed I was scared. He believed I would keep obeying him because of one video. He had no idea that everything had changed.I moved to my gallery and replayed the video to confirm my act again. Frame by frame, I watched it again. Every part that could tell a different story had been removed. What remained told a completely different story, a story of manipulation, of threats, a story that could easily raise questions and cause years in prison. If Jake ever thought of threatening me with his version, I would do the same with mine and we would see whose own would raise alarm. The more I thought about it, the more confident I became. Jake wasn’t holding all the cards anymore.I picked up my phone and typed a message. You seem very confident. I didn’t send it. Not yet. No… He needed to feel comforta