All Chapters of Fat Girl's Nemesis: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Lindsay's PovRose had improved tremendously over the past week. The color had finally returned to her cheeks. She no longer looked as fragile as she had on the day we rushed her to the hospital.I stayed by her side every single day. I barely left her room except to eat or attend class. Taking care of her had become part of my routine.Lucas visited every day without fail. He always tried to keep me company for a while. Every single time, I sent him away.No matter how patient he was, I couldn't trust him yet. Not after everything that had happened. Some wounds simply needed time.I had already made my decision. He would have to wait until Rose gave birth. Only then would I know whether he truly deserved another chance.After the babies were born, I planned to move Rose somewhere safe. By then, I would have graduated from college as well. Everything would be much easier to arrange.Only time could prove where Lucas's loyalty truly belonged. Would he protect our secret? Or would he ev

“Never!” I snapped, glaring at Dave as he stood tall in the doorway without the slightest intention of moving aside.“You're carrying something that belongs to me,” Dave said firmly. “I have every right to my children.”“Never!” I shouted, my voice rising. “I said never!”I spun around and stormed into my bedroom. Without wasting another second, I yanked open the closet and pulled out my duffel bag. My clothes, sketchbooks, and painting supplies disappeared inside one after another.I was leaving.Leaving this apartment.Leaving this city.Most importantly...Leaving Dave behind.Before I could zip the bag shut, a shadow fell across the doorway. Dave stood there with both hands braced against the frame, blocking my only way out. His expression remained calm, but his eyes were filled with determination.“Where are you going?” he asked, lifting an eyebrow.“Away,” I answered coldly. “Far away from you.”I finished packing and slung the duffel bag over my shoulder. Then I walked straight

I went to work as usual the next morning. Madam Rose owned the little bookstore where I worked, and she also managed a small art corner that displayed paintings by local artists. A few weeks ago, I had asked for permission to sell my own paintings there, and she agreed in exchange for a ten percent commission on every piece sold.I happily accepted the arrangement. My first painting wasn't finished yet, so I kept it safely in the bookstore's storage room. Every evening after my shift ended, I would spend another hour adding brushstroke after brushstroke.I had also heard from Travis, Clair, and Alicia. They told me everything had finally returned to normal. Clair got her teaching job back, Travis reopened his bakery, and Alicia was doing just fine.Good.At least some people had received the happy ending they deserved.I started cleaning the shop before opening hours. The OPEN sign was still resting on the counter when the entrance bell suddenly chimed. Thinking it was an early custom

Our food finally arrived. I had been signaling Lindsay to come to the restroom with me, but she was completely swept away by the romance blooming between her and Richard. She looked absolutely captivated by him.I suddenly felt someone touch my hand. I turned my head and saw Louis gently pulling his hand back. It was him."You seem uneasy," Louis said softly with a concerned look. "Is something wrong?"Was this really a double date? I instantly regretted agreeing to come. I should have stayed home."Hmm... I'm worried about Lindsay," I said quietly while forcing a smile. "There's something I need to tell her in private... I think we should go to the restroom."I gently grabbed Lindsay's wrist. She looked surprised by my sudden action, but she remained elegant and composed. She simply waved at Richard with a sweet smile, silently telling him she'd be right back."What is it, Rose?" Lindsay complained as soon as we stepped into the café's citrus-scented restroom. The place smelled fresh

There were so many things I wanted to know about her. They had been circling in my mind ever since we met. Somehow, Rose made me curious about everything.“What do you want to know?” I challenged, raising an eyebrow as I looked at him.“Everything,” Louis replied with a playful grin. “Your favorite color, your favorite food... your favorite kind of guy.”I burst into laughter. His question caught me completely off guard. It was so random that I couldn't help smiling.“I like almost everything,” I answered with a chuckle. “And I don't really have a type. As long as a guy isn't a jerk, I think I'll be just fine,” I added with a shrug.“That is actually good news,” Louis said, smiling proudly. “As far as I know, no one has ever called me a jerk.”I turned my eyes toward the television. A comedy show was playing, but neither of us was paying attention anymore. I could still feel Louis staring at me, and it made me strangely self-conscious.“I like you,” Louis admitted softly. “From the mo