All Chapters of THE TRAINER WHO CLAIMED MY PLUS-SIZE BODY : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

“What… is going on here?”Ryan’s voice cut through the room like a blade. Everything inside me stopped. I couldn’t breathe. Marcus stepped away so quickly the resistance band slipped from his hand and landed on the floor with a dull snap. Nobody spoke.Ryan quietly closed the front door behind him. That scared me more than if he had slammed it. His eyes moved around the room, the exercise mats, the dumbbells, two water bottles, the sweat on my face, Marcus standing only a few steps away from me. Then his eyes settled on mine.“Ryan…” I swallowed. “You’re home early.”“I asked you a question.” His voice stayed calm. Too calm.Marcus cleared his throat. “It isn’t what it looks like.”Ryan slowly turned toward him. “Did I ask you?”Marcus fell silent. The room suddenly felt too small. I forced myself to move. “We were training.”Ryan looked back at me. “So I can see.” His face showed nothing, no anger, no disappointment, nothing. That empty look frightened me more than shouting.He walke

Marcus looked at the phone… then toward the bedroom door. The ringing continued. He had to decide whether to answer. Or let it stop on its own. Then he answered the call without thinking. “Hello?” Sophia’s head snapped toward him. “Who is that?” He didn’t look at her. He turned his back and pressed the phone tighter to his ear. Ryan’s voice came through cold and low. “Whatever happened today between you and my wife, should not happen again. Do you understand me?” Marcus closed his eyes. “Ryan, I’m sorry. I—” “I don’t want your apology,” Ryan cut in. “I want you to stay the fuck away from her.” Sophia stepped closer, frowning hard. She could hear Marcus apologizing but had no idea why. Her eyes stayed fixed on the side of his face. Marcus swallowed. “It won’t happen again.” Ryan’s tone dropped even lower. “If I ever catch you near Bella again, we will have a very different conversation. Are we clear?” “Yes.” “Good.” The line went dead. Marcus lowered the phone slowly. Sop

I stood in front of the mirror and forced myself to smile. It looked fake. I kept trying because I'll be going live soon and I don't want anyone to notice my smile is fake. I sighed and picked up my phone. No matter how I felt, my fans were waiting. I had already postponed one livestream this week. If I disappeared again, they would start asking questions. I took a deep breath and pressed the Go Live button. Within seconds, thousands of people joined. Comments flew across my screen. “Bella!” “We’ve missed you!” “You look beautiful!” “The Queen is back!” A small smile escaped my lips. “Hi, everyone.” More comments poured in. “How are you feeling?” “You seem tired today.” “Is everything okay?” I laughed softly. “I’m fine. I just didn’t sleep well.” It wasn’t a complete lie. I spent the next twenty minutes talking about healthy meals, simple workouts, and staying confident even when life became stressful. The smile stayed on my face. But inside, I felt empty. Then one c

Marcus stared at the doctor, barely breathing. The words “She’s alive” kept repeating in his head. Then he noticed the man’s serious expression. “There is something you need to know.” Marcus’s heart tightened. “What is it?” The doctor folded his arms. “Your wife suffered a severe fracture to her left leg. We managed to stabilize it for now, but she’ll need another surgery to insert metal plates. It isn’t life-threatening, but recovery won’t be easy.” Marcus listened without speaking. The doctor continued. “She also has three broken ribs and a concussion. The good news is that the bleeding in her head has stopped.” Marcus finally released the breath he had been holding. “So… she’s going to be okay?” “We’re hopeful.” The doctor paused. “But the next twenty-four hours are critical. We’ll keep her under close observation.” Marcus nodded slowly. “Can I see her?” “Not yet.” The answer came gently. “She’s still unconscious.” Marcus lowered his head. “Thank you, Doctor.” The doc

The clock on the wall read 3:47 PM. Ryan had been in meetings since eight that morning. Four back-to-back sessions. Two with investors. One with legal. And the last one with the marketing team who could not agree on anything. His head throbbed from the work. He rubbed his temples. Naomi sat across the conference table taking notes. She kept glancing at him. “You okay?” she asked. Ryan nodded. “Fine. Just tired.” He wasn’t fine. Around 5:30 PM Naomi appeared at his office door with a steaming cup. “You look like you need this,” she said, smiling. Ryan barely looked up. “Thanks, Naomi. Just leave it on the desk.” He was reviewing documents, squinting at the screen. His vision already felt fuzzy from exhaustion. Naomi set the cup down. Her fingers lingered near the rim a second longer than necessary. “Drink it while it’s hot,” she said softly. “You’ve been running on empty all day.” Ryan grabbed the mug and took a sip. It was good. Strong. Exactly what he needed. Or so he thou