All Chapters of The Chubby Wife's Revenge.: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

NathanielMy assistant remained standing in the doorway.“Mr. Vaughn?”I looked up. She hesitated, as though deciding whether she should repeat herself.“Ms. Blake Morgan is at reception. She doesn’t have an appointment. I explained that you weren’t taking visitors today, but she refused to leave.”Neither Mercer nor I spoke. The assistant shifted uneasily.“She said… that once you knew she was here, you’d want to see her.”I held her gaze for a moment, then gave a small nod. “Thank you. Wait for my instructions. Don’t let her leave, but don’t bring her up until I say so.”“Yes, Mr. Vaughn.”The door closed softly behind her.For several seconds neither of us moved. Mercer was the first to break the silence.“That’s a problem.” I nodded slowly. No one from Vaughn Industries had contacted Blake. I hadn’t called her. Mercer hadn’t called her. We had gone out of our way to keep the investigation quiet. Yet she had appeared at my office on the very morning we uncovered the fabricated ref

BlakeBy the time I unlocked the apartment door, the tightness in my shoulders had disappeared.Nathaniel had seen me. More importantly, he hadn’t reacted the way I expected. He hadn’t thrown me out. He hadn’t accepted my resignation without question. He had looked… unsettled.That was enough.The television was still playing cartoons when the front door clicked shut behind me.“Mummy!”A small blur came racing across the living room before crashing into my legs. I laughed softly and bent to hug him.“Easy.”“You came home early.”“I did.”“Why?”I smoothed a hand over his hair. “Work was called off today.”He accepted the explanation without another question, already reaching for my hand. “Can we finish the dinosaur puzzle now?”“We’ll see.”Before I could answer properly, footsteps sounded from the hallway. His babysitter appeared, slipping her handbag onto her shoulder.“Oh, you’re back,” she said with a smile. “I was just about to leave.”“Actually…” I hesitated just long enough to

NathanielI didn’t remember the drive from Blake’s apartment to the bar.I remembered leaving. I remembered the elevator doors closing. I remembered sitting behind the wheel with both hands locked around it while the question I had spent the past few days refusing to ask followed me all the way down the street.Ethan.Seven years old.My hands tightened. Seven. The number had become an echo in my head.By the time I pulled into the parking lot of a quiet bar several streets from the city centre, I knew I wasn’t ready to go home. Not yet. I needed somewhere to think—somewhere I could sit without Amelia looking into my eyes and asking what was wrong, because I didn’t know how to answer that question.I parked and remained in the car for several minutes, staring through the windshield.Blake had lied to me. That much was no longer in doubt. The forged references proved it. Her disappearance proved something else. And then there was Ethan.I closed my eyes.Eight years ago I had left her w

NathanielI woke before Amelia. For a few minutes I remained still, staring at the ceiling. I hadn’t slept much. My mind had spent most of the night circling the same questions and the same impossible possibility of Ethan.It was hard not telling Amelia that I had gone to Blake’s house the day before. Even though I had tried not to let my worries show, she had somehow noticed something was wrong. Now I wasn’t sure I could face her this morning and keep pretending everything was fine. It felt wrong, so I slipped out of bed carefully so as not to wake her. I tried to be as quiet as possible while showering and getting dressed. Once I was ready, I reached for a pen and left a note on the bedside table.Didn’t want to wake you. I’ll see you later. Have a good morning. Love you.I was halfway down the stairs when my phone vibrated. I glanced at the screen and saw Blake’s name. I almost ignored it until another message appeared.Ethan is in the hospital.My heart stopped. A second message

AmeliaBy the time I arrived at Carter Industries, I already knew it was going to be a long day.As I stepped out of the elevator, a few members of staff noticed me almost immediately. Their faces brightened, and before I could make it more than a few steps, the first greeting came.“Good morning, Mrs. Vaughn. Welcome back.”“Good morning, ma’am. It’s good to have you back.”I smiled at the familiar greetings as I walked through the office. A few more members of staff stopped to welcome me, and one of them gave me a warm smile.“We’ve missed having you around.”“I’ve missed you all too,” I said with a laugh. “Though I have a feeling you’re only saying that because you’re about to bury me under paperwork.”A few of them laughed.“We wouldn’t do that to you, ma’am,” one of them said.Then he added, “Not intentionally.”I shook my head, laughing as I continued toward my office.My assistant was already waiting outside, a tablet tucked beneath one arm and a folder in her hands.“Good morni