Todos los capítulos de Reclaiming My Worth: The Rejected Plus-Sized Wife: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

GarethThe message lit up the screen before I could stop it from showing.Marlene: Can’t sleep. Thinking about today, the hotel looked incredible. So proud of you. Wish I could’ve stayed later and actually talked more.I turned the phone face down quickly, though not quickly enough.“What is it?” Camille asked again, propping herself up slightly.“Nothing important.”“You turned your phone over.”“Nothing. It’s late, I just don’t want to be bothered seeing notifications lit up the screen.”She studied me for a moment, her expression unreadable, before settling back against my chest without pushing further.I lay there afterward, staring at the ceiling, telling myself the message genuinely didn’t mean anything, that Marlene was just being friendly, and there was no reason to make it a bigger conversation than it needed to be.Still, I knew I didn’t really want to explain it to Camille. Not because there was anything to explain, but because I knew how it looked.I’d talk to Marlene tomo

TristanI sat in my car across from the Kingsley Avenue property, the engine still running as I stared at the building. Construction scaffolding still covered part of it, and the site was quiet at this time of the evening.I shouldn’t have come here. I knew that as soon as I parked and looked at the building I’d spent months negotiating for, only for Gareth Sterling to take it with a better offer I never saw coming.I got out of the car anyway, my curiosity getting the better of me.There was probably still a security guard inside, but the gate was unlocked, so I walked in.I moved through the site, looking at the half-finished building up close.Mike had warned me for weeks about the company’s situation, and now I was standing here looking at another deal that had slipped away. The Harrington deal had also fallen through. Same with this one. The shareholder meeting was two days away, and I still didn’t have any real answers for them.My phone buzzed.Mike: Where are you? We need to t

Gareth I was going over some paperwork when the intercom buzzed.“Yeah?” “Good evening, sir. There’s a guest for you, Mr. Sterling.”I glanced at the time. It was almost ten.“Did you ask their name?”“Ms. Marlene, sir.”I wasn’t expecting her, but seeing as she was already here, I had no choice but let them allow her in.“It’s fine. Send her up.”In no time, the elevator opened.Marlene was standing there, dressed to impress me for sure.An emerald short dress, her makeup was fully done and the sweet scent of her perfume filled the air.“Marlene. I wasn’t expecting you.”“Hey.” She smiled, walked toward me and kissed my cheek. I stepped aside so she could come in.“I was in the area. Figured I’d stop by instead of texting you.” She held up a bottle of wine. “Peace offering, for showing up unannounced.”I managed a smile. She settled into a chair, and we talked about about work and about the lawyer I’d connected her with.“Seriously, Gareth, I can’t thank you enough for all you’v

CamillePatrick had called the previous evening to ask if I could meet him at the property the following morning. I agreed, and though I was running about ten minutes late, he was already there when I arrived, his hands in his pockets as he studied the exposed brick.“Sorry I’m late,” I said, walking up to him.He glanced at his watch before looking up at me. “Ten minutes isn’t bad. I figured you’d be held by traffic or change your mind about coming.”I laughed. “No, that would have been rude.”He nodded. “Let’s go around the property.”“Yes, sure. I brought sketches based on what we discussed.”“Good. I was hoping you’d actually come with something to look at.” He glanced at me. “Though I wouldn’t have complained if wine was involved again.”I laughed, shaking my head, and we started walking through the space together. He asked engaging questions and pushed back whenever he disagreed rather than going along with everything.“You clearly have strong points about this,” I said, after h

Camille“I think the darker stain works better with the flooring you already have,” I said, laying two samples side by side on the kitchen island. My client, a woman renovating her late mother’s house, ran her fingers both. “You’re right. This one feels warmer.”We spent the next hour finalizing details, and I kept checking my phone between discussions, hoping Gareth would finally call or send a message.Nothing from Gareth since yesterday.If Gareth’s mother and I had a better relationship, I might have tried reaching out to her. But I didn’t even have her number. I could have visited her instead, but I’d only been to her house once, with Gareth driving the entire way. All I remembered was that it was somewhere outside the city.It made me realize that, despite how happy Gareth and I were together, there were still parts of his life I hadn’t become a part of. His mother was one of them, and I couldn’t help wondering if things would ever be different between us.“Camille?”I looked u