All Chapters of The Plus-Size Ex-Wife's Comeback: Chapter 121 - Chapter 127

Norman's POV The maid froze for a moment, clearly frightened by the man standing before her, before finally retreating from the room.The moment she disappeared, the silence returned.I stared at the bottle in my hand and felt something inside me crack.I had promised myself I would never become that broken boy again.But right now, I didn't know how to stop myself.I stood there breathing heavily, staring at the doorway through which the maids had disappeared.For several seconds, I couldn't move.Then my eyes fell on the broken glass scattered across the floor.What had I just done?I stared at the pieces as if they belonged to someone else, because the man who had shouted at the maid, smashed things and lost control of himself couldn't possibly be me.This wasn't me.I wasn't violent. I didn't yell at people. I wasn't a drunk.I had fought too hard to become this man.Therapy had taken years. I had spent countless nights confronting memories I desperately wanted to forget, learni

Norman's POV " No, baby. This isn't the right time." Genevieve shook her head immediately, her fingers still wrapped around mine. "You're still recovering, Norman. You have a severe head injury, and the doctor said you need to rest. Whatever you want to tell me, you can tell me when you're feeling better." I stared at her for several seconds. Part of me wanted to agree. Part of me wanted to close my eyes, pretend none of this had happened and wait until I found the courage to tell her everything. But I knew there would never be a right time. There would always be another excuse. Another crisis. Another reason to postpone the truth. And I had already spent too many years running from it. "There is never going to be a right time, Genevieve." She frowned. "Norman—" "No, baby. Please let me do this." I squeezed her hand. "I need to tell you because I'm tired of being afraid. I have spent years running from my past, hiding behind my company, my money and the man I became. I

Dennis’s POVI had known Nadia was lying the moment she called Jason a plumber.There was something about the way she said it that made the explanation even more ridiculous. A plumber who happened to be shirtless inside her private suite at a luxury resort in Connecticut. A plumber who looked at me with the confidence of a man who had absolutely no fear of being caught. A plumber who knew Nadia well enough to speak to her like they shared something I wasn't supposed to know.I had wanted to believe her.Or perhaps I had simply wanted to postpone accepting the truth.That was why I had ordered my investigator to find out everything about Jason Brooks the moment I returned to New York.Now, several days later, I sat behind my desk with the man's entire life spread across the table in front of me.Jason Brooks wasn't a plumber.He wasn't some random man Nadia had met at the resort.He was her lover.I stared at the photographs for several seconds, feeling something cold settle in my ches

Norman’s POVGenevieve's words stayed with me long after she stopped speaking.It's time we stop running from Dennis.I had heard those words before in different forms, from lawyers, investigators, even from my own thoughts when I was angry enough to believe I could finally confront the past. But hearing them from Genevieve was different.She wasn't asking me to be fearless.She wasn't pretending Dennis couldn't hurt me.She simply wasn't willing to let fear decide what happened to the rest of my life.I stared at our joined hands and slowly rubbed my thumb over her knuckles.The truth was, exposing Dennis terrified me.Not because I was afraid of what he could say about the Mafia, the streets, the drugs, the guns, or the things I had done before I became the man Genevieve knew today.Those things were ugly, but they were mine.I had already confessed them.What terrified me was that Dennis knew exactly where to hurt me.He knew which memories I couldn't explain. He knew which questio