All Chapters of The Plus-Size Ex-Wife's Comeback: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Nora’s POV The food arrived, and our conversation gradually shifted to lighter topics. Norman told me about a call with his engineering team that had gone spectacularly wrong. Two senior engineers had spent nearly twenty minutes arguing passionately over a complex software issue, only for someone to discover that the problem had the simplest possible explanation. “Someone had forgotten to plug in the server, and the power cable had been sitting on the floor the entire time.” I stared at him. “Please tell me you're exaggerating.” “I genuinely wish I were. Twenty minutes of sophisticated technical debate, and the solution was for someone to look down.” “Norman.” I pressed my hand over my mouth, struggling not to laugh. “You employ geniuses.” “I do. Brilliant, accomplished, occasionally completely useless geniuses.” I burst out laughing, the kind that made my shoulders shake, and when I finally caught my breath, I noticed him watching me with an expression that suggested my laug

Genevieve’s POV “I want Thomas Calloway arrested immediately!” Neither Norman nor Marissa responded. My chest rose and fell with uneven breaths as I looked between them, struggling to contain the anger boiling inside me. “And I don’t just want him arrested. I want every account connected to him frozen and every single person working with him dragged into the light. I want to know exactly how many people have been helping Dennis and Nadia destroy my company from the inside.” The room fell into a heavy silence. Finally, Norman reached over and closed Marissa’s laptop. “No. We are not arresting him.” I stared at him in disbelief. “What do you mean, no? We have enough evidence to know he’s the mole, so what exactly are we waiting for?” “We’re waiting for Dennis to make his next move.” A disbelieving laugh escaped me. “He’s sitting in police custody, Norman.” “And you think that means he’s finished?” Norman rose from the couch and turned to face me. “I’ve spent the better part of

Genevieve’s POV For several seconds after Marissa finished outlining Norman’s plan, I simply stared at my husband. Sometimes, I genuinely wondered how his mind worked. He hadn’t raised his voice once since Dennis’s press conference, nor had he panicked or rushed to defend himself. Instead, he was already several steps ahead, calmly planning our next move while Dennis celebrated a victory that didn’t exist. I folded my arms across my chest, studying him with undisguised curiosity. “How are you this smart?” Norman looked up from his tablet, and a slow grin spread across his face. “Oh, wow. I’m officially the luckiest man on earth. My wife thinks I’m smart.” “I'm serious.” I shook my head. “You always seem to have everything figured out before the rest of us even realize there's a problem.” “The truth is, sweetheart, I hate to admit it, but it's an Adams family thing. We're exceptionally intelligent people.” I rolled my eyes. “You are unbelievably arrogant.” Norman placed a d

Norman’s POV By the time I walked into Lennox Global's executive conference room, every seat around the long mahogany table had been prepared for the emergency board meeting. Half the directors were still arriving, while the others pretended not to stare at the television mounted on the far wall, where another news channel was replaying Dennis's press conference for what felt like the hundredth time. I picked up the remote and muted it without asking anyone's permission. The room immediately grew quieter. Marissa arrived first, her laptop tucked beneath one arm, and Genevieve followed a moment later. The moment she stepped inside, something tightened in my chest. Nobody else seemed to notice, but her complexion looked paler than it had that morning. There was a faint tension around her mouth, and although she carried herself with her usual confidence, something about her appearance bothered me. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but I knew my wife well enough to recognize wh

Norman’s POV The legal meeting lasted nearly three hours, and by the time everyone had settled into their seats, I had already decided what our next move would be. I glanced around the conference room, taking in the faces of the attorneys and investigators gathered around the table. “Separate lawsuits won't work.” Our lead attorney frowned. “Why not?” “Because Dennis is expecting them.” I opened the folder in front of me and spread several documents across the table. “If every company sues him independently, he'll drag each case through the courts for years. He'll settle with some, delay proceedings with others, and exhaust everyone financially until they're too tired or too broke to continue fighting. That's how men like Dennis survive. They don't necessarily win because they're innocent. They win because they make seeking justice more expensive than giving up.” Nobody interrupted me. “But if every victim joins forces, he loses his biggest advantage. Instead of dealing with s