Billionaire Mocked His Wife for Being Fat — Years Later, She Made Him Regret It
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From Betrayal to Triumph: Victoria’s Redemption
In a Lagos hospital, Chris Beao’s anguished cries echoed through the corridors as he mourned a second miscarriage in three years. His wife, Victoria, had endured immense stress, working tirelessly to support them during their financial struggles. The doctor revealed her overwork caused the loss, despite warnings to rest. Chris, heartbroken, confronted Victoria, who lay in tears, blaming herself. “It’s my fault,” she sobbed. Holding her hand, Chris urged, “Don’t say that. God knows why this happened.” Two days later, discharged, he insisted, “No more stress. I’ll take care of us.” Victoria nodded weakly, her spirit broken. Yet, her body changed post-miscarriage—pregnancy hormones and depression led to weight gain. Food became her solace, and within five months, the once-slim woman was heavier, her joy replaced by sadness.
Neighbors gossiped cruelly, calling her a “fat wrestler.” Victoria, numb, ignored them. Chris, struggling for construction contracts while working odd jobs, grew frustrated. One evening, seeing her eat, he snapped, “Babe, look at you. Do you even care? You’re just adding weight.” Tears filled her eyes; she turned away, silenced by shame. He didn’t grasp that her weight stemmed from trauma, not laziness. Weeks later, Chris burst in with news: “I’ve registered my construction firm!” Victoria’s face lit up, clapping, “God will bless your work.” He asked her to be his receptionist temporarily, unable to afford staff. Eager to help, she agreed, ironing old clothes, answering calls, and waiting late in their rented office space for his return.
Months of toil passed until one hot afternoon, Chris shouted, “God has done it! I got the hotel construction contract!” Victoria screamed with joy, hugging him, tears streaming. That night, they dreamed of an end to suffering. The next morning, dressed sharply, Chris left for a meeting after Victoria’s tender prayer, “May everything work in your favor.” But days turned to a week, and he didn’t return. She cooked his favorite jollof rice, called endlessly, sent messages—all unanswered. Fear gripped her. A neighbor whispered, “He’s at a five-star hotel.” Heart sinking, Victoria rushed there in a taxi, praying it wasn’t true.
In the hotel lobby, she froze. Chris stood, transformed—richer, confident, in expensive attire—beside a stunning woman, Jennifer, clinging to him. Trembling, Victoria approached, “Chris, what’s happening? Who is this?” His eyes turned cold. “Victoria, you’ve brought me bad luck—miscarriages, and now look at you, a disgrace, an elephant. How can a wealthy man like me walk with you?” Jennifer laughed, “I’m the woman he deserves. You’re big, miserable.” Victoria’s tears fell. “I lost pregnancies supporting us. Depression caused this weight you mock!” Chris sneered, “Everyone calls you fat. I need class, not you. Love doesn’t feed a man. You’re a burden. My lawyer will send divorce papers.” Kissing Jennifer publicly, he shattered her. Humiliated, Victoria fled, sobs echoing.
Outside, she nearly collided with William, a university classmate. “Victoria, is that you?” he asked warmly. Sobbing, she explained Chris’s betrayal. William, revealing he approved Chris’s contract, said, “Stay strong. Come to my house; I’m not married.” Hesitant, she agreed, unable to face mocking neighbors. His Lagos mansion stunned her—chandeliers, luxury everywhere. Feeling unworthy, she insisted on cooking to ease her pain. In the kitchen, she found a women’s health magazine with diet and exercise plans. A spark of hope ignited. William shared his sister’s transformation using it, offering help. “My weight came from miscarriages and depression,” Victoria confessed. “Food was my escape.” William, supportive, recalled her admired university physique, encouraging, “It’s not too late.”
Her journey wasn’t for revenge but self-worth. Changing from heavy meals to fruits and lean foods, she struggled with exercise—aching, sweating—but persisted. William hired a trainer and cheered, “I see a glow, inside and out.” Five months later, lighter and stronger, she saw a reborn woman in the mirror. William took her to a classy Banana Island restaurant in a red gown; heads turned with admiration. “You’re breathtaking,” he whispered. Happiness bloomed. Later, at a high-profile gala in a shimmering yellow gown, she entered on William’s arm. Whispers rose; her beauty undeniable. Across the hall, Chris, stressed with Jennifer, stared, recognition dawning. “Victoria?” he muttered, stunned. “You look different.” Calmly, she replied, “The woman you divorced has grown.”
William, protective, announced, “Victoria’s my fiancée.” Chris’s jaw dropped, regret stabbing him. He’d discarded a diamond for glitter. Jennifer mocked, “Don’t tell me you care?” Chris lied, “Just surprised.” William dropped a bombshell, “Chris, your contract reports are dismal. Finish in eight weeks or refund everything. Report weekly to Victoria.” Chris trembled; his empire teetered. That night, he raged at Jennifer, “The money’s nearly gone on luxuries. If I refund, we’re finished!” She snapped, “A classy woman deserves luxury. If you can’t provide, that’s your problem.” Her true colors showed—she loved his lifestyle, not him. Six weeks later, before Victoria’s desk, Chris begged for time. Unmoved, she said, “This is business. Two weeks, deliver or refund.”
Desperate, Chris failed. Jennifer left, sneering, “I thought you were a winner. Goodbye.” Karma struck; he lost her as he’d lost Victoria. The company sued for breach; accounts froze, properties seized. Chris, once proud, wandered in shame, haunted by Victoria’s confident face. He pleaded in her office, “I was foolish. Don’t let me lose everything.” Steadfast, she replied, “When you left me, did you care if I survived? This isn’t revenge—it’s responsibility.” Chris, on his knees, saw his ruin. Meanwhile, Victoria’s life flourished. Her transformation—body, mind, spirit—made her radiant. Her bond with William deepened; soon, they announced their marriage.
On her wedding day, in a stunning white gown, Victoria gazed at her reflection—a bold, beautiful woman. “Losing Chris felt like the end, but it was my beginning,” she smiled. Walking down the aisle, William’s loving gaze met hers. The crowd gasped at her beauty. In that moment, she’d not only found love but herself. Life smiled back; pain turned to victory. Chris, watching news of her wedding from a dim room, felt the final sting of regret. The woman he mocked as a burden had risen far above, a queen of resilience, while his world crumbled. Victoria’s story, from betrayal to triumph, proved self-worth and determination can rebuild a shattered life into one of unyielding strength.
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