Todos los capítulos de Reclaiming My Worth: The Rejected Plus-Sized Wife: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

TristanThe girl at the table across from me noticed me watching her. It was like she could feel my eyes on her, and she wanted me to keep watching all night, wanted me to keep wanting her. She stood from her table and made her way to the dance floor. Her body followed every rhythm of the music.She knew I still had my eyes on her.Every time our eyes met, she gave me that little smile before turning back to her friends.I took a sip from my drink and kept watching her put on a show because I knew it was all for me.Eventually, she left the dance floor and walked over.“You’ve been staring all night.”“And you’ve had your eyes on me too.”She smiled shyly, tucking a stand of hair behind her ear.“Dance with me?”I shook my head. “Not my thing. But I’d keep watching you. You got moves.”“I think I’d rather stay here with you,” she said, biting her lips.“My pleasure.”My phone vibrated in my pocket, and I pulled it out. It was Daphne, just as I expected, probably calling to pester me

Camille The venue was small and intimate, with exactly the kind of understated elegance I hadn’t expected from my mother, though I supposed Richard’s steadiness had rubbed off her.I found her in the bridal suite, adjusting her veil with slightly trembling hands.“You look stunning, Mom.”“Do I?” She turned to me, something vulnerable crossing her face. “I’m terrified.”“Good terrified or bad terrified?”“Good, I think. Mostly.” She took my hands in hers. “Thank you for being here. Tell me, I’m not being ridiculous doing this with Richard.”“I wouldn’t have missed it. And I want you to know I’m proud of you for giving love another chance. You’re brave, Mom.”She looked at me, and a quiet sob escaped her. “Oh, Camille.” She pulled me into a hug. “I love you, darling.”“I love you too, Mom. Don’t let your makeup get your smeared. We have to go. Let’s not keep Richard waiting.”She smiled warmly. “Yes.”Walking her down the aisle felt surreal, her arm looped through mine, both of us a

CamilleI arrived at Elliot’s office with my laptop and a folder of mood boards, probably more prepared than I needed to be for a first concept meeting. But old habits died hard.“You didn’t have to bring the full presentation,” Elliot said, grinning as I laid out everything out across his desk. “I already trust you.”I want the space to feel like it preserves what it already was,” I explained, instead of erasing everything for something trendy that’ll look dated in five years.”“Honestly, I was a little skeptical when Dad suggested you. Not about your work. I just figured working with your boyfriend’s competitor might feel weird for you.”“I hadn’t really considered that. You and Garth aren’t really competitors, are you?”“Not directly. Different scale, different market, mostly. But we’re in the same industry. I figured that it might feel complicated.”“I don’t see the problem.”We spent a while longer going over logistics, the budget, and the timeline.When we were finally done, I f

Tristan I sat in my car outside the hotel long after I’d left the event, the engine off.I’d gone to the opening of Vellum’s new hotel to see Gareth Sterling, hoping we’d have a chance to discuss the property we’d lost to them and find a way to work it out. Camille.I kept replaying it, the way she’d looked, different and completely unshaken. Nothing like the woman I remembered crying in my office. And Gareth, stepping in like some kind of bodyguard, like she needed protecting from me.Ridiculous.Still, I couldn’t shake the image of the hotel itself. According to Gareth, she’d been the interior designer behind the hotel. It spoke of how good she actually was at what she did, apparently a talent I’d never realized she had.Maybe that was what I’d done for her, in a way. Pushed her hard enough, made her uncomfortable enough, that she’d finally forced herself to become someone worth noticing.Maybe losing me had given her the push she needed to prove she could be better.I almost smil

CamilleWe got back to Gareth’s place that evening, both of us still winding down after the day’s event.I changed into one of his shirts, settling into bed beside him.“Today was perfect,” Gareth said, pulling me closer.“Almost.”“Almost?”“You know what I mean.”“I do.” He was quiet for a moment. “Your work at the hotel spoke for itself. Every guest who walked through those doors saw exactly how talented you are.”“Thank you. I’m proud of you too, my love. Vellum is just breathtaking. I know how hard you worked to maintain the same standard as the other Vellum locations.”“Thank you, love,” he said, pressing a kiss against my lips.We lay there in comfortable quiet before I finally voiced what had been sitting at the back of my mind.”“Why was he there tonight?”“Who was?”“My ex-husband. Tristan Nolan.”Gareth hesitated slightly. “Business circles overlap more than people realize. He was probably there networking, trying to salvage some connections.”“That’s vague.”“That’s just w