Todos los capítulos de The Plus-Sized Bride No One Wanted: Too Fat to Love : Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

~ Ethan ~"Turn the wheel around, pal, this bridge is shut down cold!" a construction worker shouted through the storm, waving an orange flashlight back and forth across my windshield. Ahead of me, red brake lights stretched across both lanes of Riverside Drive like a frozen chain of fire. Right in the center of the Ashbourne River Crossing, a giant concrete mixer lay flat on its side, thick gray sludge oozing over the yellow lines and pooling into the drains."How long until you clear one lane?" I yelled out the driver's window, cold rain stinging my cheek."Two hours minimum!" the worker barked, water dripping from the brim of his yellow hardhat. "State cranes are coming from Southside!"Behind the tilted truck, a man stood on the curb with a dry umbrella over his head. He wore work boots and a grease-stained jacket, yet he held a clean black smartphone to his ear. His shoulders remained loose, his mouth chewing gum in steady, relaxed circles. A driver in a genuine rollover acciden

~ Ivy ~The sliding metal doors of the van shrieked open. A man jumped down onto the damp cobblestones. He wore a dark jacket, but his face was the exact same face from this morning. He had the same flat, cold stare. He was the utility worker who had leaned against the wire box near my trash cans. He was not holding tools now. He stood completely still, his boots planted wide, looking at my height and measuring my body just like he did at dawn. I had forty seconds. My neck prickled with heat. I turned my head toward the mouth of the alley. The black sedan Ethan always kept parked near the corner was completely gone. The street was empty. Thick gray river fog swallowed the streetlights and choked out the sound of the traffic. Nobody was watching. Nobody was walking by. The people in this van had timed every single second. "Get back inside!" I yelled, stepping toward my heavy wooden studio door. "What do you want? You're trespassing."Two more men jumped out from the dark vehicle. T

~ Ivy ~A sharp, sour chemical burned the back of my throat. My skull throbbed with heavy, jagged pulses of pain. Cold air bit into my bare neck, carrying the thick stench of rotting sea moss, wet iron, and river mud.I strained to lift my hands, but thick plastic bands bit into my skin. The sharp edges of heavy zip-ties locked my wrists to the cold steel armrests of a chair. Below, more plastic straps pinned my ankles flat against the chair legs. The seat beneath me remained anchored, bolted straight into the rough concrete floor.Darkness pressed against my face. My lungs squeezed tight. My ribs locked up, shivering as memories of the cold road and the hospital floor clawed at my mind."In for four seconds," I whispered into the black room, my voice dry and raspy. "Hold for four. Out for four."Air rushed past my lips. My ribs expanded. I pushed the panic down into my boots, keeping my breath steady. Dr. Patricia Wells had made me practice this in her quiet office. My body obeyed th

~ Ivy ~The man in the black mask threw a piece of paper right onto my knees. It landed with a dry flap. My hands were pulled tight behind the cold metal chair, thick plastic zip-ties biting hard into my wrists. My ankles were bound just as tightly against the metal legs below. "Read it," the man said. His voice sounded flat, muffled by the cloth over his mouth. "I cannot hold it," I answered, keeping my voice as steady as I could. My throat felt raw and burned from the sweet-smelling chemical rag they had used on me in the alley. The man stepped forward in his heavy combat boots, bent down, and held the paper right in front of my face. I looked at the typed lines.I, Ivy Monroe, hereby confess that my entire marriage to Julian Vance was a calculated scheme. I purposely brought about the termination of my own pregnancy out of pure spite, seeking to extort millions from Vance Global. Julian is entirely innocent, and Miss Chloe Bennett was maliciously framed by me and my co-conspira

~ Chloe ~I slammed my palm against the wooden table, rattling the row of black burner phones. The digital clock on the wall blinked two in the morning. My phone screen stayed blank. My social media feed showed empty search results. There was zero footage of Ivy Monroe groveling on her knees.I grabbed the heavy encrypted phone, punched in the secure passcode, and jammed the speaker against my ear. The call connected on the fourth ring."Kessler," I hissed into the receiver, pacing across the hardwood floor. "Where is the confession video? You had one job. You were supposed to post her statement two hours ago." Kessler’s voice came through low and flat. "We have a problem, Miss Bennett.""Fix it!" I screamed, digging my fingernails into my palm until the skin stung. "I gave you the exact script. I typed every single word. She sits in front of the camera, she admits she lied about the fall, and she tells the world she tricked Julian.""The woman refuses to speak," Kessler replied."Mak