After Transmigrating The Fat Wife Made A Comeback Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, at this moment, the transsexual woman’s stomach started shrinking at a speed that was visible to the naked eye. “Ahh, it’s getting smaller. It’s really getting smaller.” “The Witch Doctor Sect sure is capable. She is actually cured.” Everyone cried out in astonishment. Even the transsexual woman jumped up and touched her stomach. “I’ve recovered. I’ve really recovered. Oh dear, it’s truly a miracle! Thank you, miracle doctor. Darven, you’ve made me so miserable. I’m going to kick you until you die!” After getting better, the first thing she did was to settle the score with Darven Mikail.

she declared, a wide grin plastered on her face. I smiled at her, grateful beyond words. I had everything I needed. Support. Love. Strength. I didn’t need Jake or the world he came from. This was my life now, and I was proud of how far I’d come. --- ### One Month Later "Are you sure you're okay? This… this isn’t normal at all," Fatima said, her eyes filled with concern as she watched me devour the last bite of my sixth burger.

It was such a grotesque sight. Clara was dead. The preliminary forensic report concluded that the Fertility Transfer System had forced her to conceive over 100 puppies and dragged out the pregnancy for an entire year before she finally gave birth. Anyone could imagine the misery she had endured during that year. But as I stared at the footage, I didn't feel a single shred of pity. All I felt was a deep sense of satisfaction. Justice was finally served. Colter and Clara had paid the price for everything they had done. As for me, surviving the ordeal taught me to cherish the life I now had. My family and I enjoyed a peaceful and happy life together.

‘What did you guys do afterward? “Have sex.” “Ahem… That’s fast.” Catherine, who was having breakfast, choked from the shock. “You believe it?” Charity laughed. “When did you become like Freya?” Catherine was a little disappointed. “I never thought you’d joke around with me.” Charity was taken aback. She was actually a pretty rigid person. She no longer smiled often, especially after transmigrating, not to mention making jokes. However, after coming clean about her identity yesterday, she became much more relaxed.

“I'm sorry, I can't give myself to a cuckoo pig. Go up the mountain to practice for a few more lives and then come back here and ask me to pay for it with your body. As for honor, it's behind you!" Marris gave a sly smirk that reminded everyone of two people, rather, some president in Italy and our jealous math teacher. "Behind?" The fat man mumbled and looked back. Something big, super big, huge, bursting with purple murderous intent, and it was his fat wife who had more than enough power to block his 50-inch television. Before he could run, he was squeezed by his wife's big hand and dragged away. Before leaving, the fat wife also said:

Deleting the message now would do nothing. This isn't making any sense. “Don’t be selfish now, Isobelle. Let your kid meet his family. Plus, do you think Nikolai's family can let you board the flight somewhere to continue living your life knowing you are still married to their son? Not to mention, now that they know about their grandson?”

I clicked on the article and saw a face that I could never forget. He sat at a piano in a white suit. He looked confident, elegant, and smiled radiantly like the sun. The article stated that eight years ago, he had injured his hands in a car accident, and people thought he would never play again. But through sheer determination, he completed his grueling rehabilitation. He had been reborn and returned to the top of the world. Tears streamed down my face. I dialed the all-too-familiar number on my phone. It rang once and was answered quickly.

Rose Watson spent years surviving two things: poverty… and David Robinson. Soccer prodigy. Male model. Arrogant jerk. He made fun of her weight and her poverty. She made sure he regretted opening his mouth. They fight. They insult each other. They can't stand being in the same room. Until one engagement changes everything. Forced to work side by side, Rose discovers that her worst enemy is hiding secrets she never expected—and David realizes the "fat girl" he mocked all his life is the only woman he can't walk away from. But when hatred turns into desire, and old wounds refuse to heal. Who will surrender first? Her biggest bully. His greatest nemesis. One lov

It wasn’t until three days after I was hospitalized that Tyler finally arrived from his film set. The severe burns I suffered left permanent damage, including to my uterus. Tyler stayed to take care of me for a week before returning to his production schedule. Overwhelmed with guilt, Rachel moved back to her rural hometown. For the next two years, every time I gently hinted at trying for another child, Tyler brushed me off, claiming he was too tired. I knew the truth. He was repulsed by the scars on my stomach. So, he found comfort with other women.

She ruthlessly sent someone to run me over with a car. After I died, I realized that Willow had bound herself to the child switch system. Any child I became pregnant with would be transferred to her womb. In return, her infertility was transferred to me. In the end, Willow successfully became pregnant and married into the wealthy Grayson family. She began using her influence to oppress my entire family. After I was run over, she deliberately brought the pieces of my corpse to the hospital to trigger Grandma, who ended up having a heart attack and dying tragically.