Does The 8-Week Diabetes Weight Loss Challenge From SparkPeople Have A Happy Ending?

Eight years ago, I broke the heart of the boy I loved. Now, after eight years overseas, Liam Hayes was finally coming home with his new girlfriend to meet his family. That same day, the hospital gave me its final answer. The cancer had won. There was nothing left to treat. Nothing left to try. They sent me home with only time. When Liam saw my mother helping me into a wheelchair, a cold smile touched his mouth. “Eight years,” he said. “And this is what became of you? You can’t even walk anymore?” Disgust laced every word. I only tugged the sleeve of my down coat lower, hiding the cluster of needle marks across the back of my hand. “It’s nothing,” I said quietly. “I fell and broke a bone. That’s all.” Liam gave a short, bitter laugh. “In that case, I’m getting married soon. Why don’t you come be my fiancée’s bridesmaid?” I smiled as if it did not hurt at all. “No, thank you. I’m about to leave for somewhere very far away.” Then I patted the back of Mom’s hand, silently asking her to take me home.

Big fat Aurora Wright has always been ridiculed and body-shamed by the ones she calls family…not excluding her husband - Ethan Slade, the man she loves so much. She thought marriage was for better for worse and she was ever so willing to go down that lane with him until the very end even though he feels absolutely nothing for her. But, tables turn when the man she loves, calls her a pest and wants her gone. Nothing broke Aurora's heart more than the fact that he didn't bat an eye watching her groan in pain. Anger, pain and hate for the Slade family, Aurora swore to make them pay and beg at her feet. Aurora is reborn into a more sophisticated woman bent on having her revenge after getting married to New York's youngest politician, Orion's Valois.

I’m Bella, a plus-size fashion influencer who smiles for the camera and tells thousands of followers to love their curves. But behind closed doors? My husband Ryan tears me down every single day. He calls me fat, disgusting, and refuses to touch me. I felt worthless… until I hired Marcus, my personal trainer. In my own words, it started as innocent home workouts. Then the tension snapped. One sweaty squat session turned into the hottest kiss of my life, and suddenly I was moaning Marcus’s name while my husband was at work. Every session gets riskier and hotter. I feel truly desired for the first time in years, but the guilt and danger keep growing. My followers notice my glowing confidence. Ryan starts paying attention again. And Marcus’s wife is getting suspicious. This book is extremely explicit. Expect raw, high-heat romance scenes packed with sweat, domination, and intense pleasure. Marcus doesn’t hold back because of my weight, rough pounding from behind while I’m bent over the workout bench, passionate mirror body claiming, shower scenes, risky quickies, and long, filthy sessions filled with dirty talk, spanking, hair-pulling, choking, and multiple explosive orgasms. He worships my thick thighs, soft belly, and heavy chest in ways my husband never did. Cliffhangers will leave you breathless, close calls, near discoveries, police cases, court rooms. If you love forbidden cheating stories, dominant men, plus-size heroines finally claimed, and addictive erotic drama, then dive in. My story is messy, sweaty, and completely addictive.

She was hired to stand at the altar. She was never supposed to say I do. Naomi Bridges needed rent money, not a husband. But when a mysterious woman pays her to be a "stand-in bride" for a private ceremony, Naomi asks zero questions and signs every paper put in front of her. Big mistake. Because the ceremony is real. The groom is real. And Adrian Holt, billionaire, is now her very real, very furious husband. With one ancient inheritance clause standing between Adrian and everything his father built, the marriage cannot be dissolved. Not for a year. Not without destroying him. So she moves into his mansion, survives his ice-cold mother, outlasts his beautiful ex and quietly begins to wonder why a photograph of her dead mother sits in a Holt family box dated twenty years ago. Then the real bride turns up dead. And someone sends Adrian a video that points directly at his wife. Naomi came for rent money. She stayed for answers. But the deeper she digs, the clearer it becomes that she wasn't chosen by accident... She was chosen because of who she really is. Some marriages are mistakes. Some mistakes are destiny.

Nora Adams is a woman who spent five years sacrificing everything for a man who saw her as nothing but a burden. She cooked, cleaned, and quietly carried the weight of a loveless marriage, telling herself that love would eventually come. It never did. In the evening she planned to surprise her husband with an anniversary dinner, she walked in on him in bed with her best friend. And when she refused to disappear quietly, Dennis Adams solved the problem the only way he knew how. He threw her off a balcony and told the world she had jumped. But Nora doesn't die. She wakes up in a private facility, and the man sitting at her bedside is the last person she expected. Norman Adams . Twenty-five years old, handsome billionaire, burning with a vendetta of his own. He is Dennis's nephew. A man who lost everything to the same monster she married. He knows who she really is. Not Nora Adams, the discarded wife. But Genevieve Lennox, hidden heiress and CEO of Lennox Global Enterprise, one of the most powerful companies in the country. And Dennis is slowly draining it dry. With time running out, her father's empire crumbling, and a terminal diagnosis hanging over her head, Genevieve makes a decision. She will transform. And she will make Dennis Adams regret every single thing he ever did to her. Even if it means marrying the one man guaranteed to destroy him.

The seventh time Claire Fisher bailed on our marriage license appointment, I finally cut her out of my life—for good. From then on, if she was at a party, I wasn't. When she was scheduled to perform at our college's anniversary celebration, I made sure to leave early. The moment my company announced a collaboration with hers, I resigned without a second thought. Even on Christmas Eve, when she showed up at my parents' house with gifts, I slipped out with a half-hearted excuse about "visiting a friend." I blocked her number. Deleted her from my contacts. Burned every bridge and salted the earth behind me. No calls. No texts. No social media. I didn't reach out. She couldn't reach me. Simple as that. For the better part of my life, I was hopelessly in love with her—waiting on her, caring for her, putting her first in every way that mattered. I gave her all of me without ever holding back. But after the seventh time she left me sitting alone at the City Hall, something inside me broke. I was done. If that meant spending the rest of my life alone, so be it. Better that than sitting in an empty apartment, listening to the silence, holding on to hope for someone who never planned to show up.