All Chapters of The Plus-Size Ex-Wife's Comeback: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Dennis’s POV For the first time in days, I finally felt like I could breathe. As the car pulled into the driveway of my mansion, a slow smile spread across my face. The press conference had gone exactly as I'd planned, and the media had swallowed almost everything I'd told them. Social media was already turning against Genevieve and Norman, with thousands of people questioning their relationship and demanding answers about the allegations surrounding Lennox Global. People loved a victim, and today, I'd given them one. By tomorrow morning, every newspaper in New York would be questioning whether Genevieve Lennox was fit to run Lennox Global. Norman would be scrambling to protect both his company and his wife, while I would have the satisfaction of watching the woman who'd tried to destroy me struggle to defend herself. For the first time since our arrest, I felt I was finally regaining control of the situation. I stepped out of the car and adjusted my suit jacket before headin

Genevieve’s POV The words had barely left my mouth before I wished I could take them back. “You’re rejecting me just like Dennis did.” For a long moment, Norman simply stared at me. He didn't look angry, and that somehow made everything worse. He looked hurt, genuinely hurt, and the pain that flickered across his face made my chest tighten. It was the kind of expression that reminded you that you had wounded someone who had never intended to hurt you in the first place. He released a slow breath before setting the bowl of soup on the bedside table. “Genevieve,” he said quietly, his voice softer than I had ever heard it. “Do you honestly believe that?” I swallowed, refusing to look away from him. “Isn't it true?” I asked, trying to sound stronger than I felt. “I asked my husband, well, my fake husband, to make love to me, and he turned me down.” The silence that followed stretched between us until I could barely stand it. “I've been rejected before, Norman. I know what it f

Nadia’s POV The front door had barely clicked shut behind me when Dennis’s voice boomed through the foyer. “Where the hell are you coming from?” I didn't even bother looking at him. I calmly slipped off my sunglasses, tossed my handbag onto the console table, and continued towards the staircase as though he hadn't spoken. “If you aren't blind, you should already know I didn't sleep here,” I replied lazily. I climbed the first few steps before glancing back over my shoulder with a smirk. “Actually, let me correct that. I spent the night somewhere peaceful, somewhere I could eat whatever I wanted without my so-called husband refusing to feed me because his fragile ego got bruised.” His expression darkened immediately. “Nadia, listen to yourself!” His footsteps echoed behind me as he followed. “What kind of sensible married woman storms out of her matrimonial home over one little argument?” I shrugged. “I wouldn't know. Ask a sensible married woman.” He stopped a few steps bel

Dennis's POV Before I could respond, Nadia walked out of the bedroom. “Nadia!” She didn't stop. “Nadia, get back here!” The sound of her heels echoed down the hallway as she continued walking, completely ignoring me. “You cannot walk away from me while we're having a conversation!” A second later, I heard another door slam somewhere downstairs. I stood in the middle of the bedroom, breathing hard, my hands clenched at my sides. For the first time since we'd gotten married, I had absolutely no idea how to deal with my own wife. What the hell had happened to her? I dropped onto the edge of the bed and dragged both hands over my face, struggling to understand how our marriage had deteriorated so quickly. This wasn't the woman I'd fallen in love with. Back then, Nadia couldn't go a day without calling me. She laughed at everything I said, agreed with almost every opinion I had, and constantly looked for ways to make me happy. She'd shower me with expensive watches, surprise

Norman's POV I leaned back slowly, my thoughts racing."So this wasn't just a routine check-up.""No, sir."Marissa's voice softened."People generally don't remain under the care of one of the nation's leading pulmonary specialists for years unless they're managing a serious chronic condition.”So..." I murmured more to myself than to Marissa. "The illness she keeps hiding... is connected to her lungs."Marissa nodded carefully."From everything I found, yes, sir.”I leaned back in my chair, releasing a slow breath."I've read enough about pulmonary fibrosis to know it isn't a simple illness, it can be very serious”I closed the file gently before looking back at Marissa."Thank you."She blinked in surprise."Sir?""You've done excellent work."A small smile appeared on her face."I was only doing my job.""And you've done it well."I slid the file into the top drawer of my desk before locking it."For now, this stays between us.""You have my word.""There are a few more things I