All Chapters of The Plus-Size Girl He Destroyed : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Ethan... please... it hurts so bad...”My voice was nothing more than a raspy whisper as I curled into a ball on the cold, sticky leather of the clinic couch. Searing, tear inducing pain sliced through my lower abdomen, sharp as broken glass.I clutched my stomach, my fingers slick with cold sweat.Ethan stood over me, casually adjusting the gold cufflinks on his pristine suit. He didn't bend down. He didn't reach out his hand. He looked down at me like I was a piece of trash he had just scraped off the bottom of his shoe.“Stop screaming, Amara,” he said, his voice flat and annoyed. “You’re making a scene.”“You... you lied to me...” I choked out, a fresh wave of agony ripping through my core. Blood was already soaking through my jeans, heavy and warm. “You told me... you told me you were taking me to a private doctor to check on the baby! You said we were going to figure this out together!”“Figure what out?” Ethan scoffed, letting out a, cruel laugh. “Did you honestly think I was g

“Amara! If you don’t drag your heavy ass down these stairs right this fucking second, I swear to God I’m throwing your breakfast in the trash!”Her mother’s, booming voice echoed up the narrow wooden stairwell like a crack of thunder.Amara froze in the hallway outside her bedroom, her hand gripping the doorframe so tightly her knuckles turned white. Tears were still burning hot on her cheeks, but the sound of that voice loud, raspy, angry, and so unmistakably alive sent a violent jolt straight through her chest.She took a shaky breath, forcing down the massive lump in her throat, and walked toward the small dining room.The air in the house smelled of fried eggs, slightly burnt toast, and cheap black coffee. It was a mundane, ordinary morning smell, but to Amara, it was more intoxicating than any expensive perfume. It was completely different from the metallic stench of blood, cold rain, and cheap disinfectant that had filled her final moments in that dark alleyway.Standing by the

“Touch me again, Ethan, and I’ll break your fucking fingers.”Ethan’s hand froze mid-air, inches from Amara’s wrist. The shadow of the massive metal bleachers cast a dark, grid over both of them, cutting off the bright afternoon sun.He blinked, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips. “Jesus, Amara, calm the fuck down. What is wrong with you today? I’m just trying to hold your hand.”Amara backed up until her spine hit the cool brick wall of the gymnasium, her arms folding tightly across her chest.This exact spot, she thought, the hatred burning so hot in her stomach it tasted like iron. Ten years ago, right under these rusty bleachers, in this exact spot.In her first life, she had stood here with a blushing face, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs while Ethan took her soft, trembling hands in his. He had looked at her with those deceptive, clear eyes and spun a fairytale that trapped her for a decade.“I was just going to tell you something important,” Ethan said, quickly shi