Todos los capítulos de The Plus-Size Ex-Wife's Comeback: Capítulo 161 - Capítulo 170

Genevieve's POVI was beginning to hate the sight of my own bedroom.qFor days, Norman had treated me as though I might shatter if I moved too quickly, insisting that I spend most of my time resting while our lawyers handled everything concerning Dennis. Every time I mentioned returning to the office or attending a meeting with the legal team, he reminded me that my health had to come first, and although I understood why he was worried, I was growing increasingly frustrated with being told to sit still while everyone else fought battles that directly affected my life.My collapse in court had given Dennis's lawyers exactly what they needed to question my ability to manage Lennox Global, and I wasn't prepared to let him use my illness to take away everything I had fought so hard to build.When Norman entered the bedroom that morning, he found me sitting against the headboard with my laptop open and several documents scattered across the bed.His expression immediately changed."Genevie

Norman's POVI had spent most of my life believing that the worst thing a person could do was take everything from you and leave you alive to remember it. After discovering the truth about my childhood, however, I was beginning to understand that there were things far more cruel than losing everything. Sometimes, the worst punishment was discovering that the life you had struggled to survive had been deliberately arranged by someone who knew exactly what they were doing.And Dennis might have been that person.I sat in my study with the photograph of my parents displayed on my laptop, studying their faces as though staring long enough would somehow restore the memories I had lost. My mother was smiling at whoever had taken the picture, while my father stood beside her with one hand resting on my shoulder. I was young enough to believe that the two people standing beside me would always be there, protecting me from whatever waited outside our little world.I couldn't remember the day t

Dennis’s POVFor several seconds, I stared at Jason Brooks as though the man had lost his mind.He stood near the entrance of Nadia’s maternity room, his eyes fixed on the newborn in the nurse’s arms, and the expression on his face made my fingers tighten around the edge of the chair. He had the audacity to walk into a room where I was sitting beside my wife and announce that he had come to see his child. There was something almost amusing about his confidence, considering how little control he actually had over the situation.I already knew the truth about the affair. I knew about the hotel meetings, the money transfers, and the countless phone calls they had exchanged behind my back. I even knew that the child Nadia had just delivered belonged to him. None of that meant I intended to let him walk into my life and dictate how the story would end.“Get out,” I said quietly.Jason barely glanced at me. His attention remained on the baby, who had begun to cry softly in the nurse’s arms.

Norman’s POV For several seconds, I could do nothing except stare at the photograph Samuel Cole had placed in front of me. Dennis stood beside my father, dressed in a dark suit, his expression composed enough to suggest that whatever had brought them together that night was an ordinary business matter. The second man stood slightly behind them, his face turned towards the camera, and I recognized him from the documents my lawyers had been examining for days. Dr. Malcolm Reed, the physician whose signature appeared on several medical records connected to my years at the orphanage. I had never met the man, but his name had appeared repeatedly in the files documenting the mysterious alterations to my childhood records. He had supposedly examined me shortly after my arrival at the institution, and his reports described my memory loss as a consequence of severe psychological trauma. Yet the dates on those reports did not match the institution's original records, and some of the documents

Genevieve’s POVI was beginning to suspect that Norman had developed a personal hatred for my ability to enjoy a peaceful morning.I had barely managed to settle comfortably on the sofa with my breakfast when he called to ask whether I had taken my medication, whether I had eaten properly, and whether I had slept well. When I assured him that I had done all three, he proceeded to ask whether I was feeling any pain in my chest, as though I hadn't already answered that question twice since waking up."Norman, darling, are you calling to check on your wife or to conduct a medical investigation?" I asked, stirring my tea while trying not to smile."Both, apparently, since my wife has decided that following her doctor's instructions is a personal insult." I heard the sound of a car door closing on his end. "Have you eaten anything substantial, or are you planning to survive on tea and whatever happens to be within arm's reach?"I glanced at the untouched plate beside me. "I was about to ea