All Chapters of The Plus-Size Ex-Wife's Comeback: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Dennis's POVBy noon, I had received three phone calls, two emails from my lawyers and one message from the bank that made me want to put my fist through the nearest wall.The fraud investigation was getting worse.What had started as an investigation into a few suspicious transactions was quickly spreading across the company, and now several of our corporate accounts were at risk of being frozen while the authorities examined the records.If that happened, Adams Enterprises would be in serious trouble.Our operations depended on those accounts, and even though we had enough assets to survive a temporary disruption, the damage to our reputation could be devastating. Investors were already nervous, and if the authorities succeeded in convincing the board that I had been involved in fraudulent activities, I could eventually lose control of the company I had spent years building.I threw the latest report onto my desk."Fuck."A knock sounded on the door.I didn't bother looking up."Co

Dennis's POVI was halfway through reviewing the latest financial reports when the door to my office opened and my investigator walked in carrying a thick brown file.He placed it on my desk.“Everything we were able to find on Norman Adams.”I looked at the file and smiled.“Finally.”I picked it up and opened it.The first few pages contained the ordinary information anyone could find about Norman, including his birth records, his parents' deaths, his admission into the orphanage and the circumstances surrounding his childhood.I skimmed through them until I reached the section covering his teenage years.Then I stopped.Norman had disappeared from the orphanage shortly before his nineteenth birthday.According to the records, nobody had been able to establish where he had gone.I turned the page.There were reports of him living on the streets, moving between different areas and associating with people whose names had never appeared in any legitimate employment records.Then I saw

Genevieve's POVI had barely taken a few steps toward the bedroom when I heard Norman's chair scrape against the balcony floor behind me."Genevieve, wait."I kept walking."Please."His footsteps came closer until his hand closed around mine, stopping me.I turned around and found him standing behind me, his expression completely different from the composed man who had been sitting on the balcony only moments ago."Please don't do this to me," he said, his voice breaking slightly. "You can't leave."I stared at him."Why not?""Because you're not well, and your surgery is approaching. Your father made me promise that I would always take care of you, and I can't just watch you walk out of this house when you're in this condition. What kind of man would that make me?"I slowly pulled my hand from his."Your promise to my father isn't a reason for me to stay with you.""It isn't just because of him.""Then tell me why."He swallowed."Because I love you."My heart squeezed painfully, bu

Genevieve's POVThe moment I stepped into Patricia's house, the strength I had been forcing myself to hold onto disappeared.I released the handle of my suitcase, walked toward the nearest chair and sank into it with a heavy sigh.Patricia immediately noticed the exhaustion on my face."Sit there. I'll get you some water."Before I could protest, she disappeared into the kitchen.I leaned back against the chair and closed my eyes, trying to calm the uncomfortable pressure in my chest. My mind was still at home, replaying the look on Norman's face when he had begged me not to leave.I hated that I had walked away.I hated even more that I didn't know whether I had made the right decision.Patricia returned moments later with a glass of water and handed it to me."Here.""Thank you."I accepted it gratefully, opened my handbag and searched through it until I found my medication. I popped the pill into my mouth and swallowed it with several gulps of water before placing the glass on the

Norman's POVFuck!I felt like the stupidest man in the entire world.I had just watched Genevieve walk out on me, and the worst part was that I had been too frozen to run after her, sit her down and tell her the truth.I should have stopped her. I should have held her hand, looked into her eyes and told her everything before she stepped through that gate.Instead, I stood there and watched the woman I loved leave our home because I was too afraid to open my mouth.But how was I supposed to tell her?How was I supposed to look at my wife and tell her that I had been raped?How could I tell her that I had once lived on the streets, used drugs and done things I wasn't proud of just to survive?How could I explain that after I ran away from the orphanage, I ended up in the hands of a Mafia organization that trafficked me into their cartel and forced me to work for them?I had sold drugs, handled guns and killed people.And there was something else.Something I had buried even deeper.I h