Alle Kapitel von Discarded Plus~Size: Claimed By Ex’s Father: Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 8

CHLOE “You’re really going to marry her?” The woman's laughter came from behind the closed bedroom door. Then I heard him…Brandon answered. “I was trying to.” He said. My smile disappeared like pollution. I couldn't believe my own ears. I didn't know I was holding my breath until my throat hurt. I had spent the entire evening believing the man I loved was preparing for our wedding. Instead, I was standing outside a locked door, listening to my fiancé talk about me as if I were his greatest mistake, as if I were the last thing he wanted to deal with. ***** The quiet hallway of the luxury suite suddenly felt suffocatingly narrow. Less than twenty-four hours from now, I was supposed to walk down an aisle covered in a white veil, take Brandon Parker’s hands in mine, and exchange vows in front of three hundred people, and in front of those who had mocked my size. I had spent four years building my entire world around him. In college, when the whispers grew too loud, w

CHLOE. I didn’t know what hurt more… the fact that Brandon had betrayed me, or the fact that a part of me was still waiting for him to come after me. His final words…“You have no idea what you’re walking away from!”…followed me down the hallway, echoing off the marble walls like a gunshot I couldn't missed. I didn't turn around. I couldn't. I locked my eyes on the plush red carpet beneath my feet, and kept moving. Step after deliberate step. I refused to let him see my shoulders collapse. I refused to give him or Sienna the ultimate satisfaction of watching me break into pieces again. My boots clicked sharply against the floor, counting down the distance between me and the room where my entire world had just been torn apart. Every muscle in my back steamed with the pressure of holding myself upright. I passed a framed mirror on the corridor wall and caught a glimpse of my own reflection. My dark hair was tangled. My face was marked red with hot, furious tears. My favorite oversi

Chloe I was already hundreds of miles away from the man who had made me wonder if I was worth loving, by evening… The distant hum of the highway had droned for seven hours and eight minutes straight beneath my car's tires. My eyes, burning from the salt of tears and sleep deprivation, were nearly bleeding, but I held onto the steering wheel with all of my might. I had to keep going. I couldn't stop. An entire pig's worth of road lay between me and the massacre of my old life. At last, I drove into the parking lot of a quiet apartment complex on the fringe of New York City. The air outside that evening was cold, clean, and totally unlike the air I had breathed my whole life. I shut off the engine and sat in the startling quiet of the driver's seat, watching the pale yellow rays of sun spread across an unfamiliar dashboard. I took off my seat belt, unlocked the door, and pushed it open into the wet street. Nobody knows Brandon Parker here. Nobody knows Sienna. Nobody even kn

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