บททั้งหมดของ THE TRAINER WHO CLAIMED MY PLUS-SIZE BODY : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Clara walked into the house that evening with a calm face. Jake was sitting in the living room, watching television. He looked up when she entered. “You’re back.” “Yes.” She placed her handbag on the table. “How was your evening?” “Fine. Yours?” “Fine too.” The lies came easily. Jake watched her for a few seconds. He knew Clara had discovered the video on his phone. He had noticed the change in her behavior since that day. Clara walked upstairs without saying anything else. Inside their bedroom, she locked the door and pulled out her phone. The video was still there. She didn’t want Jake to know she had the video. Not yet. Until she had enough proof to make Ryan believe her, she would keep everything to herself. She also wanted to know why Jake had the video in the first place. Was he protecting Ryan? Was he trying to protect Bella? Or was there another reason? Her phone rang. It was the investigator. She answered immediately. “Did you find anything?” “They’ve changed t

I woke up before Ryan that morning. For a few seconds, I lay still and stared at the ceiling. Then I remembered why I had stopped going to the gym. Clara. I pushed the thought away and got out of bed. Marcus had sent me a workout routine. I had saved it on my phone, but I still hadn’t replied to his message. I didn’t want to encourage anything. Not now. I changed into my workout clothes and went downstairs. The living room was quiet, so I cleared a small space near the couch and placed my phone on the table. The first exercise looked easy. It wasn’t. I followed Marcus’s instructions carefully, counting each movement under my breath. My legs started burning after a few minutes. I almost stopped. Then I remembered what I had told myself. I was doing this for me. I kept going. By the time I finished the first set, sweat covered my forehead. I sat on the floor and reached for my water. “I’m actually doing this,” I whispered. I started another set. This time, I didn’t no

Clara turned toward the door. “I’m telling Ryan.” Jake immediately stood. “Clara, wait.” She kept walking. “Clara!” He caught her arm before she reached the hallway. She stopped and looked down at his hand. “Let go of me.” Jake released her. “I’m begging you. Just wait.” “Why?” “Because you need to think about this.” “I have thought about it.” Clara turned around. “My brother’s wife has been seeing another man, and you expect me to sit here and think about it?” “I know how it looks.” “It looks exactly like what it is.” Jake shook his head. “There are things you don’t understand.” “Then explain them.” “I can’t.” “Of course you can’t.” She reached for the door again. Jake stepped in front of her. “Please, Clara.” She stared at him. “Why should I protect Bella?” “You shouldn’t.” “Then move.” “But telling Ryan right now could destroy everything.” Clara laughed bitterly. “Bella already did that.” “Maybe but—” “Maybe?” She cuts in. Jake lowered his voice. “You do

I walked faster as I moved down the hallway. Ryan’s office was only a few steps away, but my heart was beating so hard that I could hear it in my ears.Then I noticed something strange. His secretary wasn’t at her desk.I slowed down for a second. “Where is she?”Normally she was always there during working hours. But I didn’t have time to think about it.I looked toward Ryan’s office. The door was closed. I took another step. Then I heard voices.I stopped.My stomach tightened.Someone was inside. I moved closer, trying to listen.The voices were low, and I couldn’t make out the words at first. It sounded more like they were having fun or something. I held my breath. Was that Clara?My heart dropped. It had to be her.She had probably gotten here before me. I imagined her standing in front of Ryan, showing him the video and telling him everything.“No,” I whispered.I pressed myself closer to the door.There were two voices, but I still couldn’t understand what they were saying cle

After some time, I finally lifted my head from the steering wheel. My face was wet, and my eyes felt swollen. I reached for the small mirror above me and looked at myself. For a moment, I barely recognized the woman staring back. I looked tired. Broken. But somewhere underneath all of that, I could see something else. I was done. I wiped my cheeks with the back of my hand and took a slow breath. I had spent too long trying to make Ryan happy. Too long wondering how to make him love me the way he used to. Too long begging for attention from a man who made me feel like I was never enough. I wasn’t doing it anymore. I looked at myself again. “You’re done begging,” I whispered. My voice was quiet, but I believed in myself. I didn’t want to run back into that office. I didn’t want to ask Ryan why he cheated. I didn’t want to hear another excuse. And I didn’t want to fight for a marriage where I had been unhappy for so long. For the first time in a long time, I wanted to choose myself. I