Todos los capítulos de Reclaiming My Worth: The Rejected Plus-Sized Wife: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

GarethI forced myself back to focus on work, pulling up the quarterly reports on my screen, though none of the numbers were actually registering. Viviana was back. That was a fact I had to deal with eventually. Camille was someone I still needed to figure out, on my own time, without Viviana’s sudden reappearance clouding my head. A knock sounded once, and Marcus opened the door.“I just saw Viviana leaving the building.” He dropped into the chair across my desk. “She’s back in town?”“Yes.” I closed the screen in front of me.“You never said anything about her coming to town. I guess you are finally getting back together with her?”“I never invited her. It was her decision to come around.”He raised an eyebrow. “You say it like you’re over her. Are you?”“I don’t know, man. I guess I’m still trying to figure it out.”Marcus rubbed his jaw. “I don’t think you have much time. You know Viviana. She’s possessive.”“I know.”“Then you better figure out what you want before she decides fo

GarethShe picked up her fork and tasted the ravioli.“Gareth, this is really good.”“I told you it was worth trying.”She smiled. “You have really good taste.”“I’d like to think so.”She dug into her meal, clearly enjoying it.For a while, we ate in comfortable silence.“What do you think about what I said earlier?”She set her fork down and looked up at me. “You’ve said a lot of things. Which one specifically?”“How convenient for you not to know what I’m talking about.”She paused for a moment. “About my divorce?”“And pursuing you after.”I held her gaze.“What do you think?”She looked away and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. The conversation had clearly made her nervous.She met my eyes, as if trying to decipher how serious I was.“I think I need to give myself time before I get into anything. Being in a relationship would feel too sudden.”“I understand.”“Do you?” she asked, studying my face like she expected me to argue.“I do. I’m sure you have your reasons. I just

CamilleMy mother had barely settled into my new apartment before she turned to me with the question I’d known was coming.“You mean all this while, you’ve been going through a divorce without telling me anything?”“It was a subject that felt too painful at the time to tell you about.”“If I had known about it, I would have pleaded with Tristan.”I blinked at her. “You would have what?”“Exactly as you heard it,” she said with all seriousness, not minding how it sounded. “I can’t believe that, as my mother, you would want to plead with a narcissist like Tristan. You haven’t even asked what happened.”“What’s there to ask when I know he simply got tired of you? You allowed yourself to gain too much weight after you got married.”Something cold settled in my chest. “So this is my fault? That the marriage ended?”“I’m not saying it’s entirely your fault. But men notice these things, Camille. You can’t expect a man like Tristan to stay interested if you let yourself go?”“Let myself go?”

Camille“Then don’t stop at one.”A low laugh escaped him before he kissed me again, slower this time, his hand settling at my waist, drawing me in. I felt it everywhere, in the warmth of his mouth against mine, the way he held me like he had nowhere else to be. When he finally pulled back, his gaze found mine, something searching.“I should get you home,” he said quietly, though he made no move to let go of me yet.”I tilted my head, teasing. “I would think you don’t want this moment to end.”A smile tugged at his lips.“Don’t put ideas in my head, Camille. I might just take you home with me.”Heat rose to my cheeks.“Ask me, then.”“To my house?”“Yes.”He studied my face, clearly trying to decide whether I was serious. “No.” A knowing smile touched his lips. “You’re just trying to mess with my head. You wouldn’t actually want to go home with me.”“You’re right but—““I know.” He cut me off with a smirk. “I’ll wait. After all, I’ve been patient enough, and I finally got my kiss fr

CamilleI couldn’t stomach sitting there any longer. I called the waiter and cancelled my order, and asked for my order to be packed as takeout, anything to get out of the restaurant faster before Tristan and Daphne noticed me lingering.Keeping my eyes forward, I refused to give either of them the satisfaction of seeing how much that moment had rattled me.Outside, I finally let myself breathe.I hadn’t expected to run into them, and I definitely hadn’t expected the pang that settled low in my chest at the sight of Daphne’s hand resting over her stomach.It wasn’t jealousy, not exactly. It was something messier than that—grief for a version of my life I’d stopped fighting for, and anger that Tristan got to move forward so easily because he had already moved on during our marriage, while I was still untangling the wreckage he’d left behind.I gripped the steering wheel and took a deep breath, trying to calm myself.You’re allowed to feel this, I told myself. It doesn’t mean you’re not