All Chapters of THE TRAINER WHO CLAIMED MY PLUS-SIZE BODY : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Marcus stood still, breathing heavily. He knew the power dynamic in their marriage all too well. Sophia was a successful barrister with money, connections, and the legal knowledge to make his life miserable if he retaliated. She could drag him through courts, freeze accounts, or even have him removed from the house. He had no real leverage. So he swallowed his pride, said nothing, and walked away toward the bathroom without another word.The shower water was hot. He let it run over his head for a long time, trying to wash away the humiliation and frustration. When he finally came out, he ordered dinner as instructed and ate in silence while Sophia scrolled through her phone, occasionally giving short commands about the house chores or his training schedule. The power imbalance felt heavier than ever.At Ryan’s office, the sun had already set. Ryan was packing his bag, ready to head home, when his secretary walked in again. She closed the door behind her and locked it with a soft click

The next morning I woke up on the couch with a stiff neck and a heavy feeling in my chest. My body was sore from another night of poor sleep. I went to the kitchen, made coffee, and tried to start the day. The house was quiet. Ryan was still upstairs.A few minutes later, I heard his footsteps. He came down looking tired, rubbing his head like he had a sharp headache. He joined me in the kitchen without saying good morning.I poured him a cup of coffee. “Headache?”He took the cup and nodded. “Yeah. Sharp one.”We stood there for a moment. The silence felt heavy. Then he looked at me.“Bella, about last night,” he said. “I don’t want to fight every day. But you need to stop accusing me of things. I was at the office. That’s it.”I wanted to believe him, but the way he sounded on the phone still bothered me. “You hung up suddenly. You sounded strange. I’m your wife, Ryan. I have a right to ask.”He put the cup down hard. “And I have a right to work without you questioning me every time

“Hello, I need to report a domestic issue. A young woman I don’t even know just came to my house and harassed me. Yes, I’ll give details.”Sophia stood there, arms crossed tight, watching him speak. Ryan gave the address, described the slap, and hung up. “They’re sending someone,” he said flatly.Twenty minutes later, two police cars pulled up outside. Blue lights flashed against the windows. Officers stepped out, one older with a notepad, the other younger scanning the yard. They knocked once before Ryan opened the door wide.“What’s going on here?” the older officer asked, stepping inside. His eyes moved over the two of them, Sophia with her red cheek and Ryan still tense. “It’s complicated,” Ryan started, but the officer held up his hand.“We’ll take statements one at a time. Separate rooms if needed. Who wants to go first?”Sophia stepped forward. “I will.” Her voice stayed calm, professional. As a barrister, she knew how to lay out facts without emotion getting in the way.The o

When they got home. Sophia slammed the door behind Marcus as soon as he stepped inside. The living room light cast long shadows across the floor. She stood there, arms folded, eyes burning with everything she’d held back at Ryan’s house. “Why didn’t you tell me you were at the bar?” she demanded. “You said you were going for training. Then nothing. No call, no text. I had to chase you down like some fool.” Marcus dropped his keys on the table and rubbed his neck. “Sophia, are you meant to know where I am every single minute? Can’t you just let me be for once?” “Let you be?” She stepped closer, voice rising. “I called you multiple times. You ignored me while I was out there dealing with the police and that man slapping me. All because of your so-called session. What kind of trainer goes drinking instead of doing his job?” Marcus laughed, short and sharp. “My job? You think you understand my job now? Bella wasn’t even home. She went out for her cream or whatever. I waited, then I

After that day when the police almost caught us, I told myself it had to stop. No more sneaking around with Marcus. I would focus on the workouts for real this time. Get the weight off, fix things with Ryan, and leave the mistakes behind. But every time I saw Ryan walk through the door, something stirred inside me. Maybe it was because he refused to touch me. His hands stayed in his pockets, his eyes on his phone. That emptiness made me ache, and the only person who filled it was Marcus. We tried to keep it professional at first. But the moment we met at my place when Ryan was out of town for a meeting, it happened again. I opened the door in my workout clothes, and Marcus looked at me the way he always did. We didn’t even make it to the home gym. He pulled me close in the hallway, hands sliding under my top. We had sex right there against the wall, quick and desperate. No weights, no stretches. Just us. At his place when Sophia was away for a court case, it was the same. I arrived