He Sold Me at 230 Pounds, Now I'm with the Hockey Star

My ex sold me off like trash—"230 pounds, free to a creep." So I lost 130 pounds, walked into college on the arm of America's hottest hockey player, and watched his jaw hit the floor. Now he's begging for me back. His girlfriend is losing her mind. And everyone who called me a pig? They're the ones looking like fools. I didn't get even. I got everything.