Nobody Dare Dumps This Curvy Bitch

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my size before they ever see me. An

e, my elbows pinned to the small wooden table, my forehead pressed so

ith that subtle, narrow-eyed judgment I knew all too well. They weren't staring because a woman was weeping in public; they were staring be

be five years old, holding a bright pink lollipop in one hand while his mother held the other, had stopped dead i

k... it's

him. She hadn't gently lowered his hand or told him it was rude to comment on strangers. She had simply glanced at me, covered her mou

until the sharp pain grounded me. I didn't say a word. I didn't scream. I just kept my eyes fixed straight ahead, blink

in a corner booth, drowni

e across my cheeks, I forced

of my cooling cappuccino. "This is it. This is the absolute last time you le

od. The heavy vibration made the ce

screen. A single push notification hovered on the display, and the

want to invite you to my wedding th

ab

casual, effortless, familiar-as if eight solid mo

he one. Even when I told him I wasn't ready to give up my virginity, he

just being overly cautious. I eventually surrendered because I truly, deeply loved him

, I had mistaken his tactica

of fresh coffee, feeling a quiet sense of assurance. But then Joel walked out of the bathroom, looked at my

g his towel onto a chair without even looking at me. "To b

ls. He vanished into thin air, leaving me with a blood-stained sheet and a shattered soul. H

my reflection. I starved myself on liquid diets, bought expensive weight-loss teas, and pushed myself at

watch him promise his life to someone els

despair melted away, replaced instantly by a scorching wave of pure, unadulterated rage. He didn't just move on; he

l hiding in the da

er smile cut through the tear stains on my fac

e second ring. "Hi

ly steady, vibrating with high-voltage

ed across the line f

sharp enough to slice glass. "What could that coward po

e to his wedding

olding. "Is he actually insane? After he lied his way into your bed, took your virginity, and spent

r outrage. It felt like gasoline

crying on his bedspread, Khloe," I said softly

no room for argument. "Block his number right now. Don't

"Blocking him is what a hurt girl does. Ignoring him lets him of

-what are yo

how. I'm going to walk into that church looking so breathtakingly hot that he chokes on his own vows. I want him to l

rgy, but girl-the wedding is in forty-eight hours! How are you going to

as I stood, but for the first time today, I didn't shrink under their gazes. I held my chin up. "I'm heading s

wicked laugh finally creeping into her vo