FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION

“Look at you, Lena. You’ve let yourself go!

I can’t even get hard seeing you naked anymore.

I am a man with needs! What do you expect? That I fuck the wall?!”

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Lena's marriage was once a fairytale…

Until she became the part he no longer wanted.

Lena gave her husband everything—her love, her loyalty, her body. But when her weight began to change, so did the man who once loved her and called her beautiful.

Soon, she became a woman begging for scraps of affection from a man who could barely stand the sight of her.

Still… she stayed.

Still… she believed she could earn his love back.

Until the past came knocking.

“You said yes. That means you’re mine, Lena".

She laughed it off at first—because how could she take him seriously?

It was a childish promise years ago.

Besides she's a married woman now. It's forbidden!

But he isn’t joking.

And unlike her husband…

He looks at her like she’s everything.

Dangerously obsessed.

Unapologetically possessive.

Completely unwilling to let her go.

SWEET TURNED SOUR

You will never truly understand heartbreak until it comes from the same man who once adored you—who protected you, who loved you without hesitation.

“What’s the number?”

My husband’s voice came from the doorway.

I flinched and looked up.

That’s how sad my life had become—the usual routine of stepping on the scale.

Mitch, my husband, stood there glaring at me, his arms crossed, his jaw tight.

That familiar crease sat between his brows—the one that used to mean he cared. Now, it only looked like irritation.

I swallowed.

“I don’t have time, Lena. What’s the number?”

He asked again, impatience creeping into his tone.

My gaze dropped to the scale beneath my bare feet. The digits glowed up at me like a verdict.

304.4 lbs.

My heart skipped, and tears spilled before I could stop them.

I had gained again? When I was supposed to be losing?

After all the skipped meals and morning walks that left my knees aching… this is what I got?

“I am waiting.”

Mitch’s voice made me flinch.

I looked up at him, fighting back tears.

“It’s… three… three hundred and—”

He stepped closer, leaning just enough to see. When he confirmed the number, a humorless laugh slipped from his lips.

“Three hundred and four. Wonderful.”

He dragged a hand down his face.

After that, he didn’t say anything else. His eyes just moved slowly over my body.

That silence hurt more than words. Those eyes once looked at me with so much love and admiration. Now, it felt like they were burning me with hate.

My fingers curled into my palms.

“I tried,” I whispered. “I really did. I’ve been walking every morning, barely eating… I don’t know why it’s not working.”

“Don’t,” he cut in flatly. “Just… don’t give me that silly excuse.”

The sharpness in his tone made me shrink.

He continued,

“I married a girl whose waist I could circle with my