Chapter 1

Vivian Thorne, the new coach at my gym, claimed she could offer "painless body sculpting." Just lie down, and the weight would melt off.

She blew up overnight. Countless celebrities and influencers flocked to the gym, her private sessions skyrocketing to hundreds of thousands of dollars each.

But with every one of her private lessons, my own weight inexplicably ballooned. My friends mocked me. My boyfriend dumped me.

Even worse, the insatiable cravings many of her clients experienced began to plague me too.

I’d wake up in the middle of the night, desperate for high-calorie foods. A day without a sugary boba tea felt like torture.

I stormed into the gym, demanding answers.

Everyone just brushed me off, assuming I’d failed at my diet and was just lashing out at the celebrity coach.

Facing my furious accusations, Vivian simply continued guiding a famous actress through some stretches.

"Ma'am, please don't interrupt my work. I'm about to take my VIP client to the Victoria's Secret model casting. There's no room for error."

As her team stunned the crowd at the casting, I suddenly collapsed. Overweight and suffering from heart and lung failure, I died on the spot.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back. Back to Vivian Thorne's first day at the gym.