All Chapters of Reclaiming My Worth: The Rejected Plus-Sized Wife: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

CamilleI hoped tonight would be different. That Tristan wasn’t coming home from another woman’s bed. My matching silk robe was draped over a black lacenightgown that hugged my full figure. A foolish part of me hoped that if he saw me like this, he’d at least find me desirable. My husband hadn’t touched me in months.I poured myself a glass of wine while I waited for him. I’d barely filled the glass when the front door clicked open.“You’re up,” he said, avoiding my gaze.“I was waiting for you,” I said. “I was worried.”“You didn’t have to.”“I assume you’ve had dinner out.”“Yes.”Just as I’d expected.I watched as he loosened his tie and placed his carkeys on the console without sparing me another glance, as though I wasn’t even there.“So that’s it?” I asked. “ You’re not going to tell me where you’ve been?”“I’m not in the mood for your interrogations tonight. I’m exhausted, Camille.”“Camille, really?” “Stop with the drama. What does it matter if I address you by your name?”

CamilleTristan had been gone for almost a week. I told myself I didn’t care, just as it was obvious he didn’t either. Not even a single call. I’d become the least important thing in his life. Corra knocked on my bedroom to let me know that Tristan’s friend, Simon, was downstairs. He needed to collect something from Tristan’s study.I found him standing in the living room, his gaze lingering on one of the paintings hanging on the wall.“Camille.” He offered a small smile. “Sorry to intrude. Tristan asked me to grab something from his study.”“He couldn’t have asked me himself?”“I guess he didn’t want to bother you…with everything going on.”His words caught me off guard. “Everything going on?”He hesitated for a moment before offering an apologetic smile. “Forget I said that. I’ll just grab what I came for and be out of your way.”He disappeared into the study while I waited in the hallway, my arms folded across my chest. A few minutes later, he came back with several folders tucked

CamilleSitting in the sprawling, glass-walled reception lounge of Vellom Hotels , my heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs. I clutched my design portfolio tightly against my chest like a shield, trying to focus on the breathtaking views beyond the glass walls.Naomi had spent weeks hyping up this meeting, but actually being here made the reality sink in. I had spent the last month burying myself in refresher courses, trying to rebuild the confidence that Tristan had spent years tearing down.“I’m sorry I kept you waiting,” a deep voice interrupted my thoughts.I lifted my gaze as he stepped closer. His blue eyes met mine, and I instantly recognized him as the handsome stranger from the restaurant. My breath caught in my throat as the realization hit me. A small smile played on his lips. “We meet again. And your eyes are brighter today. I’m glad.”“You…are the client?” I blurted out before I could stop myself, my face instantly burning. I quickly cleared my throat, forcing