All Chapters of The Plus-Size Ex-Wife's Comeback: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Nora's POV Norman and I were officially in New York, and after arriving last night, I'd spent most of the morning unpacking, repacking, and trying to figure out how one man could convince me to buy things I didn't need simply because he thought they'd look good on me. Our little getaway had been everything I never knew I needed, a week of exploring new places, laughing until my stomach hurt, indulging in ridiculously romantic dinners, and discovering that my husband was an absolute menace when he wanted to be. And by menace, I meant Norman Adams was going to be the death of me. I'd never imagined I could enjoy sex as much as I did with him, let alone become the woman who demanded it without begging, hinting, or wondering whether her husband was in the mood. With Norman, I didn't have to ask twice. Sometimes I barely had to ask at all. That man was ready to give it to me anytime, any day, and the most infuriating part was how pleased he looked with himself afterward, as thoug

Nora's POV The room erupted into confused murmurs the second the words left my mouth. My father was on his feet before I had even finished speaking, pushing past two board members to reach our table. He grabbed my shoulders and turned me toward him, his eyes scanning my face like he was trying to remember it underneath everything that had changed. "How is this possible," he breathed. "You're different, you look completely different. Are you certain you're Genevieve?" A bitter laugh escaped me. "Isn't it strange," I said, "that a father wouldn't even recognize his own daughter?" Around us, the murmuring grew louder, more guests rising slightly from their seats to get a better view of what was unfolding. "I don't blame you, though," I continued, my voice shaking now, tears gathering despite every effort to hold them back. . "How could you recognize me, when you had me locked away for over thirty years because you were ashamed of what the world would say? Ashamed because I

Nora's POV Dennis's earlier bravado crumbled the moment the reality of my threat finally sank in. His eyes darted around the room, landing on the dozens of phones pointed in our direction, each one capturing his spectacular downfall. "The cameras," he muttered before quickly turning back to me. "Everyone is watching, Genevieve. We can't do this here. For the sake of everything we once had together, please, let's step outside and talk privately." I stared at him in disbelief. Everything we once had together? The man had an incredible talent for rewriting history whenever it suited him. Before I could respond, Nadia rounded on him, her expression twisting with disgust. "What is wrong with you?" she snapped. "Why have you suddenly turned into a coward over an empty threat?" She turned toward me, lifting her chin defiantly despite the blood still staining her lip. "I dare you, Nora, Genevieve, or whatever name you're using tonight. Do your absolute worst! You can't do more damage

Nora's POV Norman turned toward me smiling brightly. "I don't know if I'm going to get this right. I've spent years dreaming about taking control of Lennox Global, but dreaming about something and actually doing it are two completely different things. What if the board challenges every decision I make? What if I miss something important? I've never actually run a company before, Norman. What if I disappoint everyone who's counting on me?" He reached for my hand, rubbing his thumb across my knuckles. "First of all, you're not going to disappoint everyone simply because you have things to learn. Second, you don't need to walk into that building tomorrow knowing everything there is to know about running a company. You need to be willing to listen, ask the right questions, and make informed decisions." He lifted my chin until I was looking directly at him. "And you have a husband who refuses to let you carry everything alone. I've already hired a capable personal assistant who's bee

Nora’s POV The meeting continued for another twenty minutes as we discussed the preliminary audit, immediate operational priorities, and the need to reassure investors that the company remained capable of functioning despite the scandal. I listened carefully, asked questions whenever something seemed unclear, and made notes of the issues that required closer examination. By the time the meeting ended, I felt exhausted but strangely exhilarated. For the first time in my life, I hadn't been sitting at the edge of a room, waiting for someone else to decide whether I deserved to be there. I had been the person making the decisions. “You did wonderfully,” Marissa said as she fell into step beside me. “Calloway pushes back on almost everyone, so don't take his objections personally. He likes to test new leadership before deciding how much resistance he can get away with.” “That sounds reassuring.” “It should be. You handled him well, and the rest of the board seemed receptive to you