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

Dennis's POV I wasn't in the mood for another argument.The moment Nadia disappeared upstairs, I pulled out my phone and ordered dinner from one of our regular restaurants.If cooking was suddenly beneath her, then fine.I wasn't about to waste another ounce of energy fighting over something as trivial as food.After confirming the order, I loosened my tie and headed upstairs.A long, hot shower was exactly what I needed.The warm water beat against my shoulders, washing away some of the tension that had been building since the gala.For the first time all day, I was alone with my thoughts.The press conference had gone well.Norman and Genevieve were keeping unusually quiet, which meant they were probably scrambling behind the scenes.By the time they figured out their next move, I'd already be three steps ahead.I wrapped a towel around my waist and stepped out of the bathroom.Nadia was already sitting on the bed, scrolling through her tablet with a mischievous smile on her face.

Norman's POV I barely slept. Even after Genevieve had drifted off in my arms, my mind refused to quiet. Her fever had gone down slightly after the soup and medication, but it was still higher than it should have been. What disturbed me even more wasn't the temperature itself, It was her reaction every time I asked about her health. She always smiled, changed the subject and insisted she was fine but every instinct I possessed told me she wasn't. I looked down at the woman sleeping peacefully against my chest.. A few loose strands of hair had fallen across her face, and her breathing was finally steady. She looked so peaceful now that it was almost impossible to believe she'd been struggling to catch her breath only an hour earlier. Carefully, I eased myself out of bed, making sure not to wake her.. Once I was certain she was asleep, I quietly picked up her phone from the bedside table. I had no intention of invading her privacy. I simply needed a number. Earlier that eve

Nadia's POVThe bedroom door slammed so hard the framed photograph on the wall rattled.I waited until I heard the front door downstairs bang shut before walking toward the window.Right on cue, Dennis stormed out of the mansion, climbed into his car and sped through the gates without so much as looking back..A smug smile spread across my face."Good riddance to bad rubbish," I muttered, folding my arms. "Such an annoying bald-headed man.”The silence that settled over the house felt... peaceful.Much better than listening to Dennis complain about respect, marriage and responsibility every five minutes.Honestly, the man had become exhausting.I picked up my phone from the bedside table and scrolled through my contacts until I found the number I was looking for.Victor Hale.A private investigator I'd hired a few times in the past.The line connected after two rings."Good afternoon, Mrs. Adams. It's been a while.""It has," I replied, settling comfortably onto the bed. "Which is exa

Dennis's POV"Enough!"My voice came out through gritted teeth."Stop insulting me.""Then stop saying and doing stupid things."I stared at Nadia for one long second before turning toward the staircase."This was a mistake."She didn't bother calling me back.She simply unmuted the television, picked up her glass of juice and continued watching her movie as though our marriage wasn't falling apart before our very eyes.Talking to Nadia when she was in this mood was like arguing with a brick wall.There was no reasoning with her.By the time I reached the bedroom, another thought slowly began forming in my mind..Maybe...Just maybe…She'd been right about one thing.My current approach with Norman wasn't working.The public attacks, press conference and insults, none of it had shaken him.If anything, it had only pushed him closer to Genevieve while making me look like the villain.I couldn't afford that anymore.Not when government agencies were freezing my accounts one after another

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