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The Fallen Ugly Girl: Her Epic Comeback

Chapter 3 3

Word Count: 668    |    Released on: 27/01/2026

ing to make herself small, but her hips spilled over the designated space. The woman next to her sighed lou

r of the car. The news was playing a loop of the explosion at t

charges," the anchor announced. "Neglig

r eyes. Her fat

receptionist-a girl Emely had once tipped a

she said, po

, Sarah.

change

hear the whispers of employees behind the glass partition, Liam, Kody's assist

desk. He didn't stand up. He didn't look up

him, instinctively reaching out. "Kody

ointed to the leather chair opposite the desk

of paper across the pol

The words swam before her ey

e the wedding?" Her voi

and through his gelled h

the factory? Kody, we've been toget

. "The Cohen name is poison, Emely. My investors are getting nervous. I c

!" Emely gripped th

her not as a woman he loved, but as a liability. His gaze travel

mur. "Look at you. Do you really think you fit the im

been slapped. "You said you didn't care abo

m a dispenser on his desk and wiped his hands, as if just breathi

e blonde woman with a waist the siz

salmon or the steak for l

e cruelty vanished, replaced by a war

ie Wells. His new secreta

ing in mock surprise. "Oh! Is this the del

looked at Emely with flat, dead e

ught she might collapse. She didn't sign. She grabbed

ard, Kody," s

elevator doors closed, Emely saw Kody walk over to Ann

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The Fallen Ugly Girl: Her Epic Comeback
The Fallen Ugly Girl: Her Epic Comeback
“I used to be the "Princess of Cohen Pharmaceuticals," but now I'm just a girl in a soaked coat trying to hide the rolls of fat that came with the stress of my family's bankruptcy. My fiancé, Kody, was the only thing I had left to hold onto. I walked into Kody's office looking for a shred of comfort, but he slid a "Termination of Engagement" form across his mahogany desk instead. He didn't just break up with me; he looked at my size sixteen body with pure disgust and told me I was a liability to his corporate image. Before I could even process the heartbreak, his "secretary" walked in, rubbing her flat stomach and asking about their lunch plans. They had been together for six months-the entire time I was at my father's legal depositions. Kody didn't stop there; he took the keys to the Porsche I bought him, claiming it was a company asset, and drove off with his pregnant mistress, leaving me standing in the gutter. Then my phone rang-my father had collapsed from heart failure, and the hospital refused to operate without a $200,000 deposit because our insurance was frozen. I stood in the hospital lobby, bankrupt, betrayed, and watching my father die through a glass window. Kody had stripped me of everything, and the world was laughing at the "fallen princess." I was desperate, humiliated, and out of options. But I still had one thing left: a black obsidian ring given to me twelve years ago by a boy I saved from drowning. I tracked Christ Collins to a private Hamptons gala, a place where the air smells like old money and dark secrets. He didn't offer me a check; he offered me a sick game. "Swim ten laps in the outdoor pool," he whispered, his eyes icy blue and predatory as a freezing November storm raged outside. "Five million dollars if you finish. Or you can go back and watch your father die." I kicked off my heels and walked toward the frigid water.”