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

~ Ivy ~The dress was too tight, even though the lady at the store said it would hide my body. It was dark navy, made of heavy fabric that felt like a thick blanket wrapping around my ribs. Julian had ordered me to go to the Ashbourne Grand Ballroom for the charity gala. He did not ask me. He told me."You are coming as a prop," he had said before we left the house, his voice flat and mean. "People are talking about our marriage. Stand in the corner. Do not speak unless someone speaks to you. And for once, do not embarrass me."Now, I stood near a tall white pillar, away from the bright crystal chandeliers. The room was filled with hundreds of people in sparkly dresses and expensive suits. They laughed and drank wine from long glasses. Nobody looked at me with kindness.Two women in shiny gold dresses stopped a few feet away. They looked at me, then looked down at their own small waists. They did not try to hide their voices."Look at her gown," the first woman whispered, loudly enoug

~ Ivy ~The asphalt was freezing against my cheek. I could feel the sharp little rocks of the road digging into my skin, but I could not move my head to pull away. My body felt like a bag of heavy stones. Every breath I took felt small and shallow, barely reaching my chest.A few feet away, the white sheets of my divorce papers made a soft, scratching sound as the wind dragged them across the dirt. You came with nothing, so you leave with nothing, the guard had said. Julian’s final words through the intercom still buzzed inside my ears, louder than the wind. I do not care if you have to sleep on the street. I closed my eyes. The cold road seemed to fade away, and my mind drifted backward, slipping into old memories that felt just as dark and cold as the night. I was eight years old, standing in the bright hallway of my childhood home. The floor was covered in a thick, soft rug that never hurt my feet. Through the open door of the master bedroom, I watched my mother, Victoria, zip up

~ Ethan ~ "Get another bag of O-negative blood hooked up to her line right now!" I shouted, my voice cutting through the loud, frantic beeps of the heart monitor. The emergency room was a blur of blue scrubs and silver metal trays. Two nurses rushed around the metal bed, their sneakers squeaking against the clean white floor. One of them squeezed a plastic bag of blood, forcing the dark red liquid down the clear tube and into Ivy’s arm. "Her body temperature is still way too low, Dr. Knight," Nurse Clara said. She quickly pulled two more heavy electric warming blankets over Ivy’s shivering frame. "She is shaking so hard the chest stickers keep falling off." "Keep the blankets on high," I said. I grabbed a small flashlight and shined the bright beam into Ivy’s eyes. Her pupils were slow to move. She looked completely hollow, like an empty house with the lights turned off. "We need to get her warm from the inside out. Hang another bag of heated saline fluids." "Right away, Doct

~ Ivy ~The white hospital room was too quiet. For five days, the machines had beeped and the plastic tubes had dripped clear liquids into my arms. My body did not hurt as much anymore. The doctors said my blood pressure was normal and the bleeding had stopped. But inside my chest, everything still felt completely empty, like a house after all the furniture is taken away.I sat on the edge of the mattress, my legs hanging down. I wore a pair of gray sweatpants and a wide white t-shirt that Nurse Clara had found for me. My sneakers were tied tight. I was ready to leave, but my hands were freezing.The door opened with a soft click. Dr. Ethan Knight walked into the room. He was not wearing his green medical scrubs today. He wore a simple dark blue sweater and dark trousers, making him look less like a doctor and more like a regular person. His blue-gray eyes looked straight at me, calm and steady."The discharge papers are all signed, Ivy," Ethan said, his voice low and gentle. "You are

~ Ivy ~The wooden pencil felt heavy in my hand. I sat at the small round table in the corner of the guest house, staring down at the blank white page. Outside the window, the sun was just starting to go down, throwing long orange shadows across the grass of the Knight Manor garden. It was peaceful here, but my chest still felt tight.I touched the paper with the graphite tip. My fingers started to shake. I wanted to draw the large oak tree near the fence, but every time I tried to make a line, my mind went back to my mother’s voice.You are wasting your time, Ivy. You have no real skill.I pulled my hand back and squeezed my eyes shut. I swallowed hard, trying to get rid of the hot lump in my throat. I felt so big, so clumsy, and so completely out of place in this beautiful, safe house.A soft knock on the front door made me jump. I looked up quickly as the door opened. Ethan walked in. He was wearing clean blue scrubs, and his dark hair was a little messy from a long day at the hosp