The Billionaire Biker's Plus-Size Obsession

Myra's Pov “I want a divorce, Myra.” The plate slipped from my hand before I even realized I’d let go. It shattered against the kitchen tiles, porcelain exploding into sharp white fragments that matched the sudden silence in my chest. My lips trembled as I looked up at him. “You can’t be serious, Vincent,” I stammered. “After six years… why now?” He didn’t even hesitate. His gaze cut through me, cold and heavy with disgust, before his fist slammed into the kitchen island. “Look, Myra, I’ve had enough of this,” he snapped. “You’re too stiff. Too boring. And most importantly…” He let out a sharp, humorless laugh as his eyes dragged over me like I was something he couldn’t stand to touch. “Too f*****g fat.” The words landed wrong in my body, like they didn’t belong in real life but still somehow shattered something inside me anyway. I knew I was a bit bigger than most women, but I was putting effort to stay fit and Vincent knew that. “I can’t even touch you at night,” he continued. “I can’t even look at you properly anymore. Just… look at yourself.” My heart didn’t just break, it stopped completely. Because for a moment, I couldn’t recognize the man standing in front of me. And worse… I couldn’t recognize what I had become in his eyes. “Vincent,” I whispered, barely breathing. “After six years of marriage… this is what you think of me?” For a second, something flickered across his face. Not guilt, or even softness. It was pure annoyance. Like my pain was an inconvenience. “You want the truth?” he said, stepping closer now. “I stayed longer than I should have.” The air seemed to leave the room. “I thought maybe you’d change. But you didn’t. And I’m done pretending you’re enough for me.” Silence followed, thick and suffocating the life out of me. Water dripped from the faucet into the sink. The only sound in a life that had just split clean in two. My mind raced with several thoughts, trying to figure out what had caused this sudden change in my husband that I had been mindful of for the past six years. I thought about his birthday party, which I had even taken out time to host and celebrate for him just two days ago. Nothing seemed off. We were happy. We were celebrating with our friends. He even invited his sister, Janice, who stayed with us and even spent the night in the house. In fact, as we spoke in the kitchen, Janice was upstairs, sleeping peacefully in the guest room. I looked at him. “Vincent, you can’t seriously be doing this. Let’s just think this through. Maybe we can talk about this in the morning,” I whispered. He glared at me, disgust written all over his face. “Are you deaf or stupid, Myra? Are you so idiotic?” he snapped. “I do not love you. I never have. The only reason I even stayed with you was because I needed your company to merge with mine.” I gasped, my eyes widening. My lips trembled. “You don’t mean that… You took advantage of me?” He chuckled, running his hand through his hair like I was entertaining him. “What did you think, you stupid b***h? That I ever loved you? I was only with you because of the benefits I gained.” My eyes burned with tears as my chest tightened. I couldn’t breathe. I held onto the kitchen island to steady myself before forcing myself upright. “Please, Vincent… don’t say this. You’re hurting me,” I begged as tears streamed down my face. Vincent stared at me coldly. Then he turned toward the kitchen door. “You can come in, Janice.” My eyes snapped toward the doorway. Janice stepped into the kitchen in her nightgown. She walked calmly over to Vincent, and he stretched out his hand. She took it without hesitation. Then, in front of me, he pulled her close, wrapping his arm around her waist and kissing her. My whole world seemed to stopped at once. What… what is going on? I screamed in my mind. “Vincent…” My voice came out broken. “Why are you kissing your sister?” He looked at me and chuckled. “Sister?” he repeated. “What are you talking about?” Janice tilted her head slightly, smiling. “I am not his sister,” she said softly. Vincent’s arm tightened around her. “She is my fiancée,” he said flatly. “We are getting married in a week.” My knees nearly gave way. “And I suggest you sign the divorce papers tomorrow and leave my f*****g house,” he added, his tone completely void of emotion. I stood frozen, staring at both of them, my heart breaking in real time. Janice leaned closer to him, her fingers lightly gripping his shirt as she pouted innocently. “Vincent,” she said softly, “please make her leave already. I don’t let her hurting the baby, since she's barren." My eyes widened. “…Baby?” I turned sharply back to Vincent. “What baby? What is she talking about?” I asked, completely forgetting the fact that she had just called me a barren woman. He didn’t hesitate. “She is pregnant,” he said coldly. “Three months pregnant with my child.” The room tilted around me as my thoughts scattered. I couldn’t process any of it. Not the engagement. Not the betrayal. Not the lie. This didn’t make sense. “Just three days ago…” I whispered shakily. “You were my husband. You were still my husband.” Vincent exhaled impatiently. “It would be better if you sign the divorce papers tomorrow and leave,” he said. “I just want this to be over.” Then he bent down, lifted Janice into his arms bridal-style, and walked out of the kitchen with her as if I didn’t exist. I stood there in my black robe, trembling, staring at the empty space he left behind. My chest collapsed inward. How could he do this to me? What had I done to deserve this? I sank to the floor and broke down completely. Everything was in his name. The company, the house and even the car I owned. After crying for a while, I managed to push myself back up to my feet. I took a long, shaky breath, trying to steady my nerves, even though my heart was still twisting painfully in my chest. Then I made my way upstairs to our bedroom. I pushed the door open and stepped inside, only to find the room empty. I didn’t even care where Vincent was. I simply walked to the wardrobe and pulled out a red dress. Short. Bold. Revealing. Something completely different from what I usually wore. I changed into it quickly, then fixed my hair and redid my makeup, layering it over the remnants of my tears until my reflection no longer looked like someone who had just been shattered. I picked up my car keys and my purse, then left the room. I walked out of the villa. Moments later, I was behind the wheel, driving out of the compound into the night. The road felt empty. Not just outside, but inside me too. Like I was moving without actually going anywhere. Eventually, I found the nearest club. Lights flashed violently against the dark sky, music vibrating even from outside, a long queue stretching toward the entrance. I parked and stepped out of the car. The moment I reached the front, a bouncer stopped me with his hand. “You need to go to the back of the line.” his face was stern as he stared at me. I stared at him for a second. Then I reached into my purse and pulled out a thick bundle of cash, slipping a thousand dollars into his hand. His eyes widened instantly, before a smile spread across his face. “Welcome,” he said quickly, stepping aside. “Welcome to Onyx Seramis.” I simply walked past him, and stepped into the club.