All Chapters of His Useless Wife Was A Queen : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Chapter 81Nora's POVThan ksgiving arrived wrapped in nsthe golden hues of a Texas autumn, the kind of day that felt both ordinary and sacred. Skyview’s dining area had been transformed with warm lighting, a long table set with simple elegance, and the faint scent of roasting turkey and herbs filling the air. I stood in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, basting the bird while soft jazz played from the speakers. For once, I wasn’t performing perfection. I was simply enjoying the process.Mia darted in and out, helping set the table while chattering about her latest school project. Tara had arrived earlier, apron tied around her waist, chopping vegetables with surprising focus. The two sisters moved around each other with growing ease… occasional teasing, shared glances, the slow rebuilding of something sisterly.“Mom, Ethan’s parents are going to be here soon,” Mia reminded me, eyes bright. “Do I look okay?”I turned and smoothed a curl behind her ear. “You look perfect. Just like you.”

Chapter 83Nora's POVSpring unfolded across the city with vibrant greens and blooming flowers that mirrored the new season in my life. Weeks after the wedding, the rhythm of married life with Ethan felt both exciting and deeply natural. Mornings now often began with him beside me in our bed, his steady breathing a comforting anchor before the demands of the day pulled us in different directions. We had slipped into a beautiful partnership where ambition and tenderness coexisted without conflict.This particular morning, I reviewed documents at the breakfast bar while Ethan prepared smoothies. Mia bounded in, already dressed for school, her energy filling the space. Tara followed shortly after, having stayed over the previous night. The sisters had planned a joint shopping trip for new dance shoes later that afternoon."Big day at the foundation?" Ethan asked, handing me a glass of green smoothie with a knowing smile.I nodded. "The first cohort of women starts their mentorship progr

Chapter 85Nora's POVThe threat from Victor Lang did not disappear quietly. By Monday morning, his claims had gained minor traction in niche business circles. Julian and the legal team worked tirelessly compiling irrefutable evidence while I focused on keeping operations steady. I refused to let one bitter man disrupt the momentum we had built.Midmorning, Julian burst into my office with fresh updates. "We traced the source of his documents. They are heavily altered. Our forensic team has the originals. More importantly, one of his supposed sources has come forward. He admitted Lang offered payment for false testimony. We have him on extortion attempts now."Relief mixed with determination. "Press the advantage. File the necessary complaints. I want this ended decisively but cleanly. No unnecessary spectacle."The day unfolded with strategic calls and meetings. I addressed the executive team directly, reassuring them of our position. Their loyalty strengthened my resolve. During a

Chapter 87Nora's POVThe private jet lifted smoothly into the morning sky, leaving the city skyline behind like a memory already softening at the edges. Mia pressed her face to the window, pointing out clouds shaped like animals. Tara sat across from us with a book, though her eyes kept drifting to the view. Ethan held my hand, his thumb tracing quiet circles across my skin. For the first time in months, no urgent messages demanded my attention. No board meetings. No foundation launches. Just the open sky and the promise of two weeks by the sea.The beach house stood on a quiet stretch of coastline, white walls and wide porches open to the ocean. Soft sand stretched beyond the back deck. Waves rolled in steady rhythm, their sound filling every room. We unpacked slowly, choosing rooms and exploring the open kitchen that was already stocked with fresh fruit and local seafood. Mia claimed the loft bedroom with the best ocean view. Tara took the one next to it, already planning mornin

Chapter 89Nora's POVThe first week back in the city moved with a different kind of energy. The beach still lived in our bones. Soft mornings and salt air lingered in memory even as the familiar skyline filled the windows of Skyview once more. Yet something had shifted. The vacation had not been an escape. It had been a reminder of how we wanted to live.I returned to Hamilton Global with clearer boundaries in place. Meetings stayed focused. Decisions landed cleanly. Julian noticed immediately.“You look rested in a way that goes deeper than sleep,” he said during our first morning briefing. “The team feels it too. The new clinic sites are ahead of schedule. The foundation grant is already being put to work. Everything is moving.”I reviewed the reports with steady attention. “Keep the momentum, but protect the balance. No one burns out for the sake of speed. That includes me.”He smiled and made a note. “Understood.”At home, the girls settled back into their routines with new ease.