Todos los capítulos de Reclaiming My Worth: The Rejected Plus-Sized Wife: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

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 lace nightgown 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 car keys 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 Vellum 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 my

CamilleI let out a bitter laugh before I could stop it. The sheer arrogance in his voice was astounding. For years, I had jumped at his every command, terrified of making him angry. But now, his power over me felt completely hollow. “I don’t need your permission for anything anymore, Tristan,” I said, my voice completely devoid of the emotion he was probably expecting. “We’re getting a divorce, remember? Did you honestly expect me to keep living in your mansion, pretending to be your wife while you’re expecting a child with your mistress?”There was a stunned silence on the other end.“That’s not what this is about. You had no right to leave the house! You’re still my wife,” he snapped, his voice rising. I could hear the aggressive tone he used whenever things didn’t go his way.“I couldn’t stay in your house while you’re expecting a child with another woman. You’ve wanted me out, and now you’re suddenly mad that I left? You wished you were the one to throw me out.”He scoffed on th

Gareth“Is that a yes?”She paused for a moment. “I suppose it is.”“Tomorrow?”“I see you don’t waste time,” she said.“I’ve wasted enough time.”She blinked. “Really now? Have you?”“Considering I could have asked properly the first time, yes.”“Tomorrow is Thursday, and need I remind you I have to present at your office by Friday.”“I haven’t forgotten. I promise to bring you home early.” I scratched my head. “I just realized I don’t have your number.”She handed me her phone. “Here.”I entered my number and called my phone so I could save hers.A few moments later, Naomi returned to the bar. Her cheeks were flushed from dancing, and she looked pleasantly worn out. “I see you found good company,” Naomi said, glancing between us.I stood, giving them some space. “I’ll let you two catch up.”Camille looked up at me. “Okay.”“I’ll text you tomorrow.”She nodded. “Goodnight, Camille.”“Goodnight, Gareth.”I headed back toward my friends section. They already had the tab and were ge