THE CEO PLUS SIZE EX WIFE

Despite the chill in the room, an air of unrest and despondency persisted. Valentine Anderson stood by the wall, his distinctively curly hair and pointed nose giving him a handsome yet troubled appearance. Despite his good looks, his face bore a darkness, with furrowed lines creasing his forehead. As he gazed at Andrea Singers who was sitting on the bed, barely gripping the pen, his disgust only deepened.

"How much longer will you stubbornly refuse to sign the divorce papers, ugly fatty? I don't love you anymore, and haven't you had enough of my infidelity?" Valentine Anderson's voice carried an edge of anger as he addressed Andrea Singers.

Gone were the days of endearing names; instead, the mention of divorce had become a frequent occurrence, yet Andrea Singers remained steadfast in her resistance. Valentine had even gone so far as to bring his mistress, Rose Ferguson, into their marital bed in an attempt to disgust Andrea into agreement, but still, she resisted.

Andrea Singers looked up and met the gaze of the man she had devoted her heart, body, and soul to for the past five years. All that remained on his face was disgust and contempt; the man who had once loved her passionately seemed to have vanished into thin air.

Her cheeks trembled as she spoke, "Honey, I don't want to end our marriage; I still love you."

Valentine Anderson's expression darkened at Andrea's words.

She quickly lowered her head in fear, tension filled the room, and Valentine's chest heaved rapidly as he simmered with anger.

The ringing of a phone shattered the tense silence. Valentine reached into his pocket and retrieved his phone.

His dark face lit up in joy when he saw the caller, but as he glanced at Andrea Singers, a look of disdain crossed his sharp features. "Fatty, if you think we're staying married, wake up from your delusion. I won't live with someone who just eats and gets fat," he sneered, his words cutting deep.

With that, Valentine Anderson strode toward the door, leaving Andrea Singers in tears, her forehead glistening with sweat. She stared at the papers on her lap, her distress growing.

She threw the pen away and tossed the divorce papers, the divorce papers fluttered briefly before scattering across the polished marble floor.

Andrea Singers struggled to her feet, her movements resembling that of a rolling meatball as she dashed toward the door. Despite her efforts, it took her three agonizing minutes to reach the door, which was only five feet away from the bed where she had been sitting.

By the time she burst out of the once-loving, glorious matrimonial bedroom, she was drenched in sweat from the exertion.

As she stumbled out, Andrea overheard Valentine Anderson speaking on the phone as he moved closer to the staircase from the doorway. "Rose, I promised you I would divorce that meatball; if my wife hadn't resisted, I would have divorced her long ago," he said.

Andrea stood frozen, unable to comprehend how her marriage had deteriorated so drastically in just five short years.