All Chapters of The Plus-Sized Bride No One Wanted: Too Fat to Love : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

~ Ivy ~ The sheets on the right side of the bed were perfectly flat. They were cold, too. Julian had not slept there last night. He had not slept there the night before either. In the fourteen months since we got married, he had barely touched this bed. I sat up and pulled the heavy blanket around my shoulders. The air in my bedroom always felt like winter, even in the middle of summer. I swung my legs over the edge of the mattress and stood up. When I walked past the door, I heard the sound of sweeping brushes in the hallway. Then came the giggles. "Did you see the size of the dress she ordered?" a maid named Sarah whispered. Her voice carried right through the wood. "It looks like a tent. Master Julian must hate coming home to look at that." "He doesn't look at her," another maid replied, laughing quietly. "That is why he keeps her hidden in this wing of the manor. He is probably with Miss Chloe right now. Miss Chloe actually fits into normal clothes." My chest tightened. It

~ Ivy ~"Sign the papers right now," Julian said, his voice as flat as a stone.I stared at the thick stack of white pages on my rolling hospital table. The words Petition for Dissolution of Marriage looked large and scary in the dim light. My hands were shaking so hard the sheets rattled. "I cannot do that," I whispered. My throat felt dry, like it was full of sand. "Our baby just died, Julian. How can you think about lawyers and money right now?" Julian did not move closer to comfort me. He stood near the door with his arms crossed over his expensive gray suit. "Do not talk to me about the baby. You lost my heir because you are clumsy. You tripped over your own feet in front of everyone." "I did not trip," I said, and a hot tear ran down my cheek. "Chloe pushed me. She used both of her hands and shoved me onto the marble floor. I told you that before they took me to the operating room. Why won't you believe me?" Julian let out a short, ugly laugh. He took two long steps toward m

~ Ethan Knight ~ My hands gripped the steering wheel of my SUV, the leather stiff under my calloused fingers. The clock on the dashboard read 12:14 a.m. My eyes burned after fourteen straight hours inside the operating room at Knight Medical, fixing a ruptured cerebral aneurysm in a young mother. It had been brutal, touch-and-go work, but she was going to live. Beside me in the passenger seat, Marcus sat with his laptop open, the blue screen casting sharp angles across his jaw. Marcus had been my family’s private investigator for years—a man who dug up secrets for the Knight dynasty and never asked unnecessary questions. The road slicing through Blackstone Heights was pitch-black. Giant pines crowded the asphalt, their branches scraping the sky like jagged claws. I had wanted the quiet drive to clear the surgical adrenaline from my blood and think through the suffocating corporate politics my father was preparing to hand down to me. Then, my high beams caught a burst of bright whit

~ Ivy ~The first thing I felt was a slow, heavy throb behind my eyes. It felt like a dull metal hammer hitting the inside of my skull over and over. Then came the smell. It was sharp and clean, like bleach and cold plastic.I blinked. The light above me was too bright, making my eyes water. I tried to lift my right arm to block the glare, but something pulled tight against the back of my hand. A small plastic tube was taped to my skin, and a clear liquid was dripping down from a tall metal pole.Beep. Beep. Beep.A machine next to the bed made a steady, mechanical sound. My heart gave a sudden, violent jump.Ashbourne General.The memory hit me like a splash of freezing water. The cold marble floor of the gala. The dark red blood staining my navy dress. The doctor telling me my baby was gone. Then Julian. His heavy hand squeezing my throat, his breath smelling of wine, his voice telling me I was a fat fool."No," I whispered. My throat felt like it was lined with sandpaper.Panic clu

~ Ivy ~ The guest house was quiet. A small clock on the mantelpiece made a steady ticking sound that filled the living room. I sat on the soft cream-colored sofa, wrapping a thick green blanket tightly around my shoulders. The air smelled of clean linen and fresh wood, completely different from the cold, heavy scent of Vance Manor. My body still ached when I moved too fast, but the doctors had stopped the bleeding. I was alive. A gentle knock rattled the front door. "Ivy? It is Ethan. May I come in?" "Yes," I called out, pulling the blanket up to my chin. The door opened, and Ethan stepped into the room. He was wearing his gray medical scrubs, and his dark hair was slightly messy, as if he had been running his fingers through it. In his right hand, he carried a slim silver tablet. His sharp jawline was tight, and his blue-gray eyes looked heavy with a serious expression. He walked over to the sofa but did not sit right next to me. He kept a respectful distance, sitting on t