Dear fiancé: I am beautiful again

CHAPTER ONE- LIFE OF KEISHA

KEISHA'S POV

"You've put on so much weight," George, my fiancé said to me, an irritated look on his face and I immediately turned to the mirror beside me, staring at it with a sad smile.

"I know," I sighed painfully. "I'm trying everything I can to lose weight but it's not working,"

Things were not always like this. Just about a year ago, I was the perfect girlfriend for George.

Happy, vibrant, and fulfilled. Not until I was diagnosed with a hormonal imbalance called PCOS. It was an ovarian syndrome that causes fertility issues and one of the side effects was weight gain and difficulty in losing it. It made me have extreme cravings and gain weight uncontrollably.

I knew it was my hormonal imbalance working but I felt guilty for eating food. Sometimes, I would go to the bathroom and stuff my hand into my mouth so I could vomit everything I'd eaten. I tried diets and workouts but none of it was working. George's treatment towards me changed immediately I added weight.

He called me all sorts of names and would always make reference to it. He even postponed our wedding because all of a sudden, he was not ready.

I know it's because of the weight and it hurts. It hurts to know that the person you love with all your heart would switch on you because of a challenge you're facing.

It's not like I wanted this to happen or I wasn't doing anything about it. I was trying everything I could but nothing was working. I was so frustrated and angry. "At this rate, you won't be able to fit through the door," he sneered, standing up from the bed with a look of irritation on his face.

"Where are you going? Remember you promised me a date tonight," I reminded him.

"I'm not in the mood," he said and walked out of the room.

My mouth curved in a sad smile and tears slowly streamed down my eyes and I let out a deep breath, trying to control my emotions but it wasn't working.

I wiped the round of tears that had gathered in my eyes. A few months ago, George would always take me on dates, buy me flowers, and whisper sweet words into my ears while I giggle like a teenager who is falling in love for the first time.

He worshipped the ground I walked on and always let me know how much he could not wait to spend the rest of his life with me. He even proposed after thirteen months of dating and now, here I am, begging him to take me on one date, for the past three months.

It was as if he felt ashamed of me, and would always move away when we were in public. It breaks my heart to see this, and all I can do is look in the mirror and cry. I hate myself and even though it wasn't my fault, I still hate myself. I had nobody to cry to, I was just an orphan girl, whose parents had died in a car crash, and was left with only one sibling, my younger brother, Ace.

I Love him more than anything in the world. Well, There's also my best friend, Tami. I consider her family because she has always stood by me both in good times and in bad. I wiped my tears and picked up my bag. I was heading straight to work so I wouldn't be late and get any query from the manager.

I work at a fast food eatery as a waitress and also combine it with serving drinks at the diner at night to make some money to fend for myself and my brother. I got there five minutes late and saw the owner of the restaurant, talking to the manager and I greeted them.

I immediately went to the restroom to change into my work outfit and stood in front of the mirror, staring at my protruding belly and I sighed. I put on my clothes and only then did I notice they had become tight and I'll have to request for a new one soon. I heard the door open and the manager walked in and told me to hurry up and start serving customers.

There were a lot of customers today, and I began to serve them one after the other. The next customers came in, and they were a set of teenagers. "Hey you, I'd like French fries and a meat burger. Add some hot coffee too," one of them said rudely. I managed to force a smile and attend to him.

Teenagers are so rude these days, but it was part of my job to still smile and be nice. I took the order of the rest and left immediately. After a few minutes, I returned with their order. "I ordered a chicken meat burger, not a beef burger! And the tea is warm! Can you not do anything right you slob!" he yelled at the top of his voice. I clenched my fist as my eyes reddened in anger, but I struggled to control myself. I'm bigger than this.

I would simply take the order away and have someone else bring it back to them. "Sorry about that, I'll change your order," I forced a smile and began to pack the burger and coffee, as his little friends giggled, and it probably urged him to continue because just as I was leaving, I felt my foot hit something and I came crashing like a pack of cards on the floor, the content in the tray I was holding flew to different corners.

I turned back and saw the boy's foot, a little smirk on his face as he laughed with his friends. I knew he did it on purpose. That's it! I couldn't take it in anymore!

"You brats!" I stood up and pointed at them.

"What is your problem? Were you not taught respect?" I asked, grabbing the boy's collar gently as my entire face creased in a tight frown.

"Hey, you! Let my son go!" I heard a woman yell from behind and she pulled me away from her son.

I turned to face her and gave her an explanation of what was going on. "Ma'am, your son...." Splash! Splash! The lady splashed the hot coffee she was holding in my face.

CHAPTER TWO-THE BETRAYAL

KEISHA

I was seated in the manager's office, my cheeks swollen and red from the effect of the hot coffee. The boy and his mother were also seated as we listened to the Manager speak.

"I'm so sorry, Madam. Keisha can be quite rude but I can assure you she'll be disciplined,"

My mouth flew open in shock. Did the manager not hear all the explanations I just gave? "You must absolutely discipline her but before then, she must apologize to me and my son," the woman scoffed, folding her arms.

I couldn't believe what was happening. This boy was rude to me and made me fall, his mother poured hot coffee on me, yet I had to apologize.

I was hoping the manager would at least be sensible and dismiss her but her next sentence shocked me. "What are you waiting for Keisha? Apologize!"

"No way! I was wronged and harassed, they should apologize to me,"

"Customer is king! We taught you that in your training, right? Now apologize!" The manager yelled, her face curved in anger as her veins popped out in her neck.

"No!" I refused, folding my arms as my legs shook from the unsteady anger that erupted from inside of me.

She should do her worst. I knew the manager didn't like me, but I didn't expect her to be this cruel towards me.

"Very well then. You're fired! Pack your things and get out of this place!" The manager banged her fist on the table, standing up and pointing at the door.

"Fine! I never liked this job anyway," I stood up, feeling hurt and angry as I stormed out of the office. I quickly packed my stuff from the locker room and walked out of the restaurant.

As I walked down the busy street, I couldn't help but cry my eyes out. Pedestrians stared at me but I didn't care. I just felt overwhelmed, not because I cared about the shitty job, but because I wasn't feeling good and the scene at the restaurant heightened my emotions.

I sighed as I got to George's house and knocked on the door but there was no response. I need to be around someone who can make me feel better. Maybe George can soothe my wounds by kissing me and telling me everything will be alright. I knocked on the door again, wondering why he wasn't opening up. I then decided to try opening and to my surprise, the door was not locked. I walked in, and I saw a mess of clothes in the living room and I wondered what was going on.

I went into his room and the next sight I saw caught me off guard. Riding on top of George was my best friend, Tami, screaming her lungs out as she had an orgasm. My hands flew over my mouth in shock, and I shook my head as hot tears streamed down my eyes.

This can't be happening! Oh, my chest... I clutched my chest in pain as I felt my heart break into a million pieces. I quickly moved away from the door and stood by the side of the wall so they wouldn't see me, and more silent tears poured from my eyes. "That was so good," I heard George say. "Yeah...Now tell me, when will you break up with that bitch Keisha?" Tami asked and my eyes widened in surprise. Bitch? I couldn't believe she would refer to me that way.

She has been my friend for nine years and she was like a sister to me. So all that love is fake? I bit my lips in pain and anger as I wiped the fresh round of tears that had gathered in my eyes. I decided to listen to what they had to say. "I'm only with her because you just told me about the properties in her name," "I honestly thought you knew about it.

Anyway, we shouldn't waste much time again. I want you, and not in secret. I want to be free to flaunt our love to the whole world," Tami said. "Don't worry, I'll propose to her next week and when we get married, I'll get the properties from her and discard her like a used rag," I heard George say and I almost fainted. I clenched my fist in anger, as my eyes redend like a furious bull.

How can they do this about me? So all George wanted was to use me? My late parents had properties scattered in different states which they had left for me and my brother. I didn't desire a luxurious life, so I lived simply and decided my brother would inherit all the properties when he was older. I didn't sell a single property out of everything we had.

"You bastards!" I stormed into the room, angrily. "I can't believe you two will betray me like this! What did I ever do to you? All I ever did was love you guys!" I couldn't hold it in anymore and more tears streamed down my face as I spoke.

My eyes were red and swollen but I didn't care. They both separated from each other and George quickly put on his clothes.

"Please I can explain...." "I heard everything.

You wicked souls! You are all so evil. I hate you both," I said and stormed out of the room. I drove to the nearest bar and parked outside as I cried a fresh round of tears.

It is a miracle I didn't have an accident. After crying to my heart's content, I cleaned my face and walked into the bar, ready to drown myself with alcohol or I fear I'll lose my mind.

A few hours passed, and I was already tipsy. It was dark outside, and more people were storming into the bar. I thought the pain would ease with time but it only got worse as I watched people come in with their girlfriends and I was immediately reminded of my situation. I took in more shots of alcohol and everywhere was starting to get hazy.

"Are you okay?" I turned to my side and saw a good-looking man staring at me, although I couldn't see him properly because of how drunk I was. I didn't say anything and gulped down more shots of alcohol.

"That's enough! You don't look okay," he said and snatched the glass from me. "Give it back! Give it back!" I cried dramatically and fell on the floor, sobbing my eyes out while the man stared at me in shock.

He bent to my level and examined me properly. "I'm sorry, please stop crying. Tell me, what can I do for you to stop causing a scene?" I suddenly looked up at him, my crying reducing into whimpers.

I studied his features, he had a manly handsomeness with a hard face and the cutest lips.

"Fuck me!" I blurted out, surprised by my audacity.

"What?" He raised a brow.

"Please, I beg you. Or don't you find me attractive? You don't right? That's why everyone hates me, it's because I'm not beautiful," I began a fresh round of tears.

"What! Of course, you're beautiful. But I don't know you and this is a very strange situation,"

"Please, just once. I simply want to feel wanted. I'll leave after that,"

The man stared at me for a moment and sighed. "Alright fine,"

I flashed him a quick smile and followed him outside. I decided I wanted to do it in his car. I didn't want the scent to remind me of this night so it had to be in his car. I have never had car sex before, so I was curious to try it out. We got in the back seat and he stared at me again.

"Are you sure? I still can't believe this is happening,"

"Yes...please," I whispered and drew him closer to me as I kissed him, tasting every corner of his lips.

He reciprocated by pulling me closer and deepening the kiss. His hands traveled under my underwear as they played with my hole while I moaned in his mouth. It felt good to be touched.

This man knew my body in ways George never knew. I enjoyed every moment as we had sex in the car and I had an explosive orgasm. It felt good, and at that moment, I had forgotten all my worries.

I quickly ran out of his car without saying a word and I entered mine, then drove away. I felt a little better after that mind-blowing sex and all I wanted to do was go home and rest.

Just as I drove by the empty road along the mountain, a car suddenly stopped in front of me, blocking my path. I got out of my car in anger, ready to lash at the driver but was surprised to see George and Tami come out of the car.

"What are you two doing here?" I yelled angrily, surprised to see them. "We have to discuss," George said authoritatively and walked towards me while I scoffed.

"I have nothing to say to you," I turned around to enter my car but he pointed a gun at me and I froze. I couldn't believe what was going on.

"George!" I called unbelievably.

"Hands up or I'll shoot!" He yelled, his eyes radiating with desperation.

I put my hands up in the air, shivering like a mouse. I couldn't believe this was my boyfriend and best friend standing before me.

Tami brought some papers out of her car and handed them to me. It was property papers.

"I got them from your house. I need you to sign all the properties in my name or I'll shoot you for making going through the stress of forging the signature myself!"

My hands began to shake as they handed me the pen and tears fell down my eyes. These properties are for my brother. I couldn't let them take it away.

"I...I can't," I shook my head, my mouth shaking as the pen fell from my hands.

"Bitch!" Tami spat in my face and I suddenly heard a loud noise and fell on the floor.

George had hit me in the head with the butt of his gun. I lay on the cold floor as my weak body refused to move. I was weak and defenseless.

"Since you want it the hard way, then so be it," George said angrily.

They both carried me into my car and locked it up. I was semi-conscious and was too weak to move.

I suddenly felt the car moving and my eyes widened in horror at what they were about to do. I was helpless, alone, and scared and all I could do was watch tearfully as they pushed the car towards the cliff and the next thing I knew was me flying down the hill. The car hit the ground with force and suddenly, everything went dark.

CHAPTER THREE A NEW IDENTITY

I slowly opened my eyes as I held my head in pain. The lights in the room blurred my vision and I squinted my eyes. I managed to open them again and saw that I was laying on a bed in an empty room.

It was obvious it was a hospital. I sat up, wondering why there were drips and wires connected to my body. The door suddenly opened and a nurse walked in.

"You're awake!" She gasped in shock and then smiled.

I couldn't remember anything at the moment and I wondered what was going on and how I got here. The nurse explained to me that I have been in a coma for three years and I was shocked to hear that. I suddenly remembered George and how he conspired to push me down the cliff.

My face creased in a frown, a flow of blood rushed through my veins in anger. They were such wicked people and I would make sure I dealt with them. For now, I need to focus on myself.

"So who has been paying my bills?" I asked curiously, still confused about the whole situation.

"Doctor Lucian Fox,"

"Who?" I raised my brow in surprise. I don't think I've ever heard that name in my life.

"We'll talk about this later. For now, you need to get checked," the nurse said and pressed a button in my room to signify the medical personnel to come to my room.

My eyes widened in surprise as I saw the doctor that walked into my room. It was the man I had a one night stand with before I had an accident.

I could never forget such a moment, how he made my body feel. It's crazy I could still remember that after waking up from a coma. He gave me a warm smile and made me realize how glad he was to see me. I didn't understand. We simply had a one night stand and I left, so why was he acting like we have known each other for a while.

I got some treatment and the other doctors left except the so-called Doctor Lucian Fox. I was told I'll start therapy to be able to walk again, since I had not used my leg in a few years.

I suddenly remembered my brother, and I began to panic. Where is he and who is taking care of him?

"Please I need to call my brother! I need to know how he is doing,"

"Relax," Lucian said to me, staring into my eyes . "Don't you even want to know how you got here in the first place,"

I simply nodded.

"That night, after the hot sex we had..."

I rolled my eyes.

"I saw some people in the shadows following you and I immediately knew something was wrong so I decided to secretly tag along from a distance. I think they took a shorter route and blocked your path in a lonely place where there were no cctv cameras," he explained.

I sighed and shook my head as a wave of pain hit me as I recalled the night. I had earlier tried to brush it off but the truth is that it's so hard to be strong when people you love could try to kill you.

"I would have intervened but the next thing I saw was a gun pointed at you and in the twinkling of an eye, they hit you, put you in the car and pushed it down the cliff,"

Tears were now falling down my eyes and I wiped them with the back of my hands. It was then I suddenly noticed my arms look smaller; way smaller than I remember.

"Luckily, it hit a tall tree before hitting the ground so the impact wasn't much and I was able to rescue you just in time. You've been in a coma ever since," he said and I couldn't help but not pay attention and look at my body.

I touched my neck and I could feel my collarbone, which is something I haven't felt since my hormonal issues started. I immediately requested a mirror and he brought it to me. I gasped in shock at the sight I saw. I looked like a completely different person.

My neck was slender and my face looked like a model's. I was so beautiful, even after I just woke up from a coma. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and I was so short of words that I couldn't even speak. This isn't me!

"You shattered your face in the accident so we did a re-construction surgery for you. Also, you've not been able to eat except the liquids we passed through your mouth so you practically lost all the weight," My mouth flew open in surprise.

How can a stranger do so much? Something even the ones I loved wouldn't do for me. I was so emotional and thankful. I said thank you to him more than a million times, but I still felt it's not enough. He paid my hospital bills for three good years. Angels do exist in human form. "This is too much. How can I repay your kindness?" I asked, looking at him with awe and gratitude. "Be my contract wife,"