Lahat ng Kabanata ng Six Years Chasing Her First Love's Body: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

When the store assistant came back with her tablet, her pace had noticeably slowed."Mr. Nash, the reservation has been switched to Aiden Turner. But this suit was tailored to your unusually broad shoulders and narrow waist. It might not fit him at all."She glanced at my razor-sharp jawline, hollowed out by extreme fat loss, and swallowed the rest of her sentence.The suit on the fitting platform looked sharp and crisp.To fit into it, I had spent the last half month eating nothing but boiled chicken breast, even cutting out water entirely over the final few days. My waist and shoulders had finally hit the brutal dimensions the designer demanded.Yet today was the first time I realized those numbers weren't meant for me.I opened the suit shop's digital order.Every detail, from the ties and cufflinks to the lining, had Carly Stein's notes written all over it.Only the groom himself was treated like a replaceable part."He's not trying it on. Cancel the primary suit."The as

The next morning, Carly placed a new appointment card for a high-end tailored suit in front of me.The appointment was set for Sunday at 3:00 pm in a private VIP suite, with the lead designer providing full service.She'd even prepared breakfast—a cup of black coffee and three boiled egg whites, slightly more calories than my usual intake."I came on too strong yesterday." Carly pushed the plate toward me. "If you don't want to link the smart scale, you don't have to. Just log your measurements and body fat once a week before the wedding and send them to me."Those three egg whites felt like her concession.I picked one up and took a bite.The long-forgotten natural taste of food bloomed across my tongue. For a split second, I actually thought that as long as she showed up on time today, maybe we could still talk this through.As Carly watched me finish, her expression softened.She reached over to adjust the collar of my tracksuit. Her movement was so practiced it made my thro

Carly chased me all the way to the restaurant exit, ignoring Aiden for the very first time.She blocked the elevator doors, clutching the settlement agreement and medical report so tightly they crumpled in her fist."You're canceling the wedding just over that note?" she asked."Move.""Daniel Nash, I asked you a question."The elevator doors slid open, and I stepped inside.Carly followed me in and held down the open button to keep the elevator from going down.She was desperate to reduce this whole conflict to a simple note.As long as she deleted those few words, she could go right back to playing the devoted partner strictly watching over her fiance."You should actually take a look at the medical report," I said.The report was filled with words like severe stomach ulcers, chronic joint strain, and endocrine and hormonal disruptions brought on by years of dangerously low body fat.It spanned four years, with every single report tucked beneath my body fat logs.As Carly

Carly and I met in a meeting room near the notary's office to handle our joint account and lease.Our total wedding fund sat at 23 thousand dollars.After deducting my share of the losses, what I paid back amounted to less than 3,000 dollars.Carly had already covered the shortfall and even listed the medical expenses as a separate line item.She attached no conditions for reconciliation this time."I'm stepping off the lease, and the deposit is yours. All the money for canceling the wedding has been put back in." Carly slid the signed documents across the table. "Take a look. If anything doesn't look right, I'll change it."This was the first time since the breakup that she had genuinely handed me the decision-making power.I flipped to the final page, confirmed nothing was missing, and picked up the pen to sign.Carly's gaze lingered on my hands.In the past, whenever we signed wedding paperwork, she always marked where I needed to sign and even dictated which pen to use.N

Before moving out of my old apartment, I went back for the final handover.The place was already mostly empty.That smart scale was still sitting right outside the bathroom door, in the exact spot it was when I left.Carly sat in the living room, her phone stuck on the fitness app's blank home screen.The platform had wiped the data and revoked all her administrative access.The progress curves that used to auto-update daily were now replaced by a single system prompt—no user bound.When she heard my footsteps, she immediately turned off her screen. "I want to keep the scale."I walked into the bathroom and picked it up.Six years ago, when Carly first brought it home, she stuck a little note on the bottom. "For when Danny puts on the sharpest suit."The slip of paper had already yellowed.I peeled it off and tossed both the scale and the note straight into the recycling bin outside the door.Carly followed me to the entryway, reaching her hand out for a brief second befor