After Transmigrating The Fat Wife Made A Comeback Novels & Stories

*Amelia* I couldn't hold back my laughter as Adrian told me that he still considers me as his wife. If it was three years ago when I was still obsessed with him, I would have easily believed him, but unfortunately for him, I'm no longer the Amelia of three years ago. Also, before coming back to New York City, I had already imagined that something like this would happen. After all, I'm now rich, so it would be very easy for all those who have hurt me in the past to come back and pretend to be sorry in order to take advantage of me, and I'm very sure that is what Adrian is trying to do. If not, I still don't see the reason why the same Adrian who was ready to turn the world upside down for Mel

"We're sorry to inform you that your wife passed away this morning in a car accident." The room went completely quiet. "What?" "I'm very sorry, sir." "No." The word left my mouth before I even thought about it. "No, you've got the wrong person." "Are you Mr. Adrian Hayes?" "Yes, but..." "Is your wife's name Aysha Hayes?" My mouth opened. Nothing came out for a moment. "Sir, are you still there?" "That's impossible." I looked beside me. Mira lay asleep with her back turned to me, the blanket pulled up to her shoulder. I quickly looked away and pushed the thought aside.

His expression was dead serious. I scoffed. “You must think I’m young and gullible enough to fall for that line. Even when I was slender, no one ever said anything like that to me.” “When you were slender… it’s still you. You never changed.” “I did change!” I snapped, eyes filling with tears. “I wasn’t always this fat! I was at least somewhat attractive when I was slender… until my hormones messed me up and turned me into a woman I don’t even recognize anymore. I had to change my clothes, adjust my entire lifestyle, and I lost the most important thing in my life. Because of that, Mitch… my husband…”

My voice was hollow. "Sorry love." She sat on the edge of the bed. "How are you feeling?" "Like I survived a car crash and found out the father of my son is my abusive husband's stepbrother." I stared at the cup in my hands. "So. Normal." Mara was quiet for a moment. “Okay, so funny story." She said it in the tone people use when something is absolutely not funny. "You know the specialist doctor? The one Regan called from New York?"

While in the car, Fatima– the fat woman, entered Kier's mind. How is she? Maybe she's still fat. Fatima has no hope of losing weight. Kier smiled. Three years passed, and there was not a day that he did not remember Fatima. His flight to America was sudden, he couldn’t say goodbye to his friend Tristan. He also waited for Fatima at Lover’s Café, but according to the staff, Fatima left with her friend Kim. When he was in America he called Tristan and informed him that he was no longer in the Philippines.

And I will go abroad. I looked at the vicious woman with hatred and wanted to scratch her mocking face but I had to think rationally and so I agreed When Bella was discharged she went abroad and married some business tycoon. I was not bothered because I didn't want to see her face again. Marc didn't come back even when he came to know about his father's condition so I decided to bury the things about my husband's infidelity so that they will never hate their father. Thier father would always cry out whenever I went and sat beside him. I had forgiven him because he had already been punished enough. After a few years, he passed away, and then Marc came back and took over the business. I didn't

" Your mother is fat, your father is fat. Your entire family is fat. " She picked up her bag. " You are bad. I do not want to talk to you. " She stormed to the car, pulling it open. She was caught by the big devil. He spun her, took her in the car and carefully took her on his laps. The car began moving. He gently rubbed her bumbum. " Little wife, whose mother is fat? " " Your father's mother is a fat and ugly cow. " The big devil frowned. He crooked a brow, and spanked her mouth hard.

I ran to open the gate to my childhood home, towel flapping, adrenaline singing in my veins. "Derek would have been so proud. It didn't even hurt that much this time," I said, looking down at my blood stained knuckles with a triumphant smile. "Joke's on you Tom. I am married and he thinks I'm sexy as fuck." I played back the rest of Tom's words. Sure, he was a freak who fat shamed me, but that was nothing new. The pervert complimented me too. He said I was pretty. Was it possible that people saw more than just a fat girl when they looked at me?

Seeing her like that, maybe the old me would have felt bad for her. But at this moment, I felt nothing at all. She was right about one thing—the past was the past. There was no reason to cling to it. Now, I have a loving partner, an adorable son, and a career I enjoyed. Every part of my life was better than the one in the past. No matter how I looked at it, I was way happier in this life. Serge originally organized the reunion, but as soon as everyone learned my identity, the flattery turned to me instead. Serge was completely ignored despite being the organizer.

About my own journey from broken wife to successful businesswoman. “Yes,” I said. “I believe people can change. If they want badly enough.” “I hope you’re right.” He stood. “For Emma’s sake. She needs to believe her mother can be redeemed someday.” As I drove home that night, I thought about how far we’d all come. Vivian in prison. Margaret trying to atone. Adrian co-parenting. Ethan is thriving with two families. And me, finally free from the woman who’d spent years trying to destroy me.