After Transmigrating The Fat Wife Made A Comeback Novels & Stories

Whispering with emphasis, Sebastian said quietly, "I'm sure you remember. And since that day, the image of you on top of me has always filled my imagination, Fathia." "Perverted," Fathia pinched his muscular arm rather firmly, making her husband wince but then burst into laughter. "I'm speaking the truth," Sebastian replied, parting Fathia's long hair. His old scar was no longer visible. Fathia's face had returned to its original state, and since having Gwen, for some inexplicable reason, Fathia's body seemed to have received just the right amount of nourishment. It made her slender figure look fuller. "I've never lied about you, Fathia."

"You're already dead! You died on the operating table during childbirth complications! And the Millars? They're bankrupt. Susan and Gerard can barely look after themselves!" His face contorted into something unsettling. "And the baby you had? She's mine and Vanessa's. We just used your womb. The whole low sperm count story? I made it up to remain loyal to Vanessa and push you into IVF!" I could no longer make out his words clearly as blood poured from my wound, an overwhelming chill creeping over me. After I died, a faint thread of consciousness lingered. I watched Dad spiral into a stupor after my death. He drove his car straight into a raging river during one of his outings.

said Axelina. “Aren't you afraid of losing your husband?” Fatima asked Axelina. Axelina who heard it smiled warmly. “I believe in my husband, Fat, that my husband can surely take care of his love for me. Because we both have experienced many trials in our household. Starting from the love that only existed after we got married, the drama of my husband who was hit by amnesia due to an accident, until finally I wake up from my coma after three years of lying because of an accident that happened to me with my husband. And until finally we reunite with a love that is increasing day by day. So I'm sure that my husband will be able to keep his love for me. Until I come back to him,” said Axelina.

he complimented and their eyes met. Her mouth agape before looking away and clearing her throat. “Thanks, I guess..” she answered and he smiled. Nikki clapped happily because of her work of art. “Isn’t she so pretty!” Chris chuckled lightly and his eyes didn’t leave Fatima. Her face matured but was still beautiful as ever. The makeup even enhanced her facial features even more. Fatima was shyly looking away. All of the things that happened are starting to feel like a dream now. She’s slowly realizing that her old lover, friend, and the street she grew up in are all coming back to her. It all feels surreal yet amazing.

she inquires stopping to scrutinize my expression. “You know what?” I ask her just to gather my thoughts in one place. “Just like you, I don’t know what this whole time travel episode is all about, neither do I know if every horrible thing that happened to me in my past life will repeat itself but either way, every injustice that I suffered came up as a result of my wedding to Grey Remington so we need to stop this wedding from happening,” I tell Vivian with finality in my voice.

i smack my head, nothing is making sense " I am in somebody else's body for real and I am a strange ancient queen who is fucking three husbands everyday! Great just great" " actually it's four not 3, your majesty" A voice came from right behind me

“Our Jacob is doing well and is currently guarding the pack's borders.” “Mr. Ferrington, I know this is a lot to take in, but you need to know what your daughter has been through.” He paused. “That male is possibly your missing pup. She was experimented on, and frankly, turned into a male.” Uneece could clearly hear a pin drop.

The woman who had just been screaming that she raised me was crying. Not the fake, poised, perfected crying. But the real, raw, horrible, snotty type that made her entire fragile body shake. “Richard has something weird in his heart. He needs surgery. He’s been getting sicker and sicker for years. Alda drained what little money we had left and fled with her kids and ex-boyfriend. Chloe is in rehab for heavy drug addiction. Sophia won’t take our calls,” she gulped for air. “You are all I have. I cannot lose another husband. I just… I cannot survive a second one.”

" Hafsat advised. "May Allah bless your new home Fatima. So I'm now the only lady not yet married huh?" Deejah asked. "You better hurry up and do so, let move on to another level" hafsat utter. "Yes ma'am" And they all laugh. A knocked was heard from the door and they knew Mubarak was back so they quickly stood up and spray another set of perfume on there friend. " is to night, package yourself well and don't be a boring woman on that bed, be romantic" Hafsat wisper into her ear and follow deejah out.

For a long moment, I stared at my reflection in the mirror, silent, then I exhaled slowly. Of course. If I had transmigrated into a novel… then the first thing any reasonable person would try to do was simple. Change the plot. Just like every transmigrator in those stories, avoid the tragic ending, escape the fate written by the author. So that’s exactly what I tried to do, my first decision was simple. Divorce Salvatore Mancini. If Lena Carter’s tragedy began with this marriage… then removing the marriage should remove the tragedy too. It sounded logical, simple, almost laughably easy, until the day I tried it.