What Are The Most Shocking Moments In The Thinner Novel?

After the tragic death of her four-year-old son, Amelia Carter’s perfect life begins to unravel. Once adored by her husband, Amelia became the target of his quiet disgust after childbirth changed her body in ways she could not control. The man who once called her beautiful now barely looks at her without judgment. Every cruel comment, every cold stare, every reminder of the weight she failed to lose slowly destroys her confidence piece by piece. Then grief shatters what remains of their marriage. Humiliated, body-shamed, and blamed for a tragedy she can no longer separate from her own guilt, Amelia is left with nothing. Until Nathaniel Vaughn enters her life. Powerful. Dangerous. Infuriatingly unreadable. A man with his own reasons for hating her husband. But unlike everyone else, Nathaniel does not look at Amelia with pity or disgust. And when he offers her a deal that could destroy the man who ruined her life, Amelia is pulled into a world of revenge, scandal, ruthless power plays… and a dangerously unexpected attraction. Because the more Amelia begins reclaiming herself, the more her ex-husband realizes the woman he discarded was never weak at all. And by the time he understands that, it may already be too late.

My older sister Jenny and I both gained weight easily, so our mother made the decision that we could eat nothing but the diet meals she made. I followed her rules as best I could. I did not even dare drink an extra drop of water. But when I stepped on the scale a month later, I weighed three hundred pounds. I rushed into Jenny's room and found her in a tight dress posing in front of the mirror. She smiled at me. "Shannon, does this dress look good on me?" Then, I saw the number on her scale. I could hardly believe it. She was down to ninety pounds. I suspected something was wrong with Mom's diet meals, so I watched everything she did, from buying groceries to cooking. As soon as my meal was ready, I carried it straight to my room so that no one could do anything with it. Another month passed, and my weight climbed to five hundred pounds. Stretch marks covered my body, and my blood pressure reached two hundred. I lost my job because of my weight, my boyfriend dumped me without warning, and my health problems tortured me. I fell into deep despair. I refused to eat Mom's meals anymore and demanded that they take me to the hospital for gastric sleeve surgery. By then, I weighed eight hundred pounds. I had severe hypertension, high blood sugar, high cholesterol, and advanced heart failure. On the second day after the surgery, I died at home from a severe infection. When I opened my eyes again, I had regressed to the day Mom first started making our meals…

I'm eight months pregnant when I suddenly faint on the train. My husband panics and cries for help as he kneels beside me. An interning doctor hurries to me. She doesn't bother checking my condition before saying, "The patient needs to undergo a C-section! We have to get the baby out now, or it might die of suffocation!" Then, she slices me open with a fruit knife—she doesn't take any precautionary measures before doing so. She takes my child out. I'm in so much pain that I don't even have the strength to scream. My blood flows everywhere. Yet, a photo of her holding my baby while standing in a pool of blood goes viral. People call her the prettiest doctor alive. My husband and his family are eternally grateful to her. They don't go after her for causing my death; they even make her my child's godmother! Meanwhile, I'm given a simple cremation. No one cares about me. After my death, all my assets go to my husband and his family. Only then do I hear my husband and the doctor talking to each other, sounding smug. "This plan killed two birds with one stone. We got rid of that woman and made ourselves out to be heroes!" That's when I learn the interning doctor is my husband's junior from high school. They got together when he accompanied me to my prenatal checkups! She failed her internship, so my husband came up with this idea—he wanted to use my death to boost her reputation and help her! Even my child eventually died under their "care". When I open my eyes again, I'm taken back to the day we get on the train.

I walked in on my own birthday cake and my sister in my fiancé's bed. Same night, same house, same face as mine — because Noel and I are twins, and she's spent her whole life proving she can take anything that's ever been mine. He hit me for calling her a liar. She smiled when he did it. So I did the one thing neither of them saw coming. I got in my car. I found the nearest bar. I kissed a stranger like he could erase three years in one night. I didn't ask his name. Didn't need it — until it was on every headline in the country the next morning, and I was the scandal standing next to it. Ace Stone doesn't marry for love. He marries because his grandfather's will gave him ninety days and no room to lose his empire to a boardroom full of vultures. I don't marry for money. I marry because my mother's heart won't survive the paperwork it takes to say no. Twenty million dollars. A ring that isn't mine. One rule: don't feel anything real. We were supposed to be better liars than this. Because somewhere between the cameras and the countdown and the ex-fiancé who thinks I'm still his to reclaim, Ace Stone stopped performing. He pulled me off a dark street with his hands shaking harder than mine. He told a nurse I was family. He didn't sound like he was lying. My sister isn't finished with me. She never is. But I've spent my whole life being the "before" to someone else's "after" — too much space, not enough silence, never quite what anyone ordered. I'm done being edited down to fit. He married a scandal. He has no idea what she's about to become.

I'm three months pregnant when my husband, a doctor, personally performs an abortion for me. I can see the fetus in the trash can. Chuck Gross uses his doctor's coat to block Valerie Green's curious eyes. "Don't look, Val. You'll get nightmares." After the abortion, he throws a few tissues at me, looking icy. Then, he leaves with Valerie. Later, when Chuck learns the truth, he bursts into agonized tears. "Can we not get a divorce? Please?"

I make my final phone call to my boyfriend when a murderer is hunting me down. He thinks I'm messing with him and hangs up on me. That destroys the final sliver of hope I have for survival. He's celebrating his childhood friend's birthday when I'm being murdered. Later, as a restorative embalmer, he receives a body to restore. He loses his mind when he restores my shattered skull and realizes the body is mine.