All Chapters of The Plus-Size Ex-Wife's Comeback: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Norman's POV The following afternoon, I pulled into the valet entrance of Le Bernardin, one of Manhattan's most exclusive five-star restaurants. I switched off the engine but didn't get out immediately. Instead, my gaze swept across the parking lot, the entrance and the surrounding street. Nothing seemed unusual. A couple dressed in business attire disappeared through the revolving doors. A black SUV pulled up behind mine before handing its keys to the valet. Two tourists stood outside taking photographs of the building. Everything looked ordinary. Then again, Dennis had never been reckless. He preferred manipulation over force. Satisfied that nothing appeared out of place, I stepped out of the car. One of the valets approached immediately. "Good afternoon, Mr. Adams." I handed him the keys. "Thank you." As I walked toward the entrance, I subtly adjusted the watch on my wrist. The miniature recorder hidden inside had already been activated before I left home. Somew

Genevieve's POV I forced out a nervous laugh."Sickness? Patricia, what are you talking about? Do I look sick to you?"She didn't laugh with me.Instead, she held my gaze with an intensity that made it impossible to look away."Yes."The single word hit me harder than I expected."You do.”I blinked."You've been looking pale for weeks. You've lost so much weight, and every time we go out, you become breathless over the smallest things. You've been coughing far too often, and just now..." Her voice cracked. "I saw you spit out blood."My fingers instinctively tightened around the stem of my champagne glass."I dare you to deny it.”My heart pounded so loudly I could hear it.She had seen it.I looked away and laughed again, but this time the sound felt hollow even to my own ears."Patricia, you're being paranoid as usual. It was just a tiny cut on my tongue. That's all. I must have bitten it while coughing."She slowly shook her head."No, Genevieve."She leaned closer, her express

Genevieve's POV "I've made up my mind, Norman, I'm returning back to work tomorrow” Norman didn't respond immediately. He simply closed the file he had been reading, placed it neatly on the coffee table and leaned back against the sofa. "Well... my answer is still no.” I set the tablet aside and folded my arms. "You know how many meetings I've already postponed? My office has been handling everything they can, but there are contracts waiting for my approval, investors expecting updates and a board that's probably wondering whether their CEO has disappeared.” “Well last I checked, Marissa is handling everything just fine.. it's been scary these past few days and I allow you return back to work when you're still recovering” I opened my mouth to argue again, but before I could get another word out, a mischievous smile spread across his face. "I have a better idea, how about we make today memorable” “How?” "We're making homemade cookies and ice cream!” he said excitedly. “Norm

Nadia's POV By the time I got home, it was well past midnight.The mansion was unusually quiet, the only sound coming from the grandfather clock in the foyer.I slipped off my heels before making my way upstairs.Dennis was sitting on the edge of the bed with his phone pressed against his ear."...I swear Norman, I'm a changed man…hold on, I'll call you back”The moment his eyes landed on me, he ended the call without another word.For a brief second, I expected him to say something.Instead, he simply placed his phone on the bedside table, picked up a file and continued reading as though I hadn't just walked into the room.I frowned."You're not even going to welcome me home?"Not even a glance.I folded my arms."So this is what we're doing now?"He calmly turned another page."Are you giving me the silent treatment?”Still nothing.A dry laugh escaped me."Well, that's convenient because I don't particularly feel like talking to you either."He remained completely unmoved.Honestl

Genevieve POV By the time I got home, the emotional exhaustion had settled deep inside my bones.I hadn't realized how draining it would be to see my father again after everything that had happened between us.The conversation kept replaying in my head.His apology, his tears and the sound of him crying after I had walked away.No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop hearing it.I pushed open the front door and stepped inside the mansion.The living room lights were on, and Norman was sitting on the sofa with his laptop open on the coffee table. The moment he looked up and saw me, his smile appeared instinctively, but it disappeared just as quickly.He closed the laptop without hesitation."Hey."I forced a smile."Hi."He studied my face for a few seconds before standing."What happened?"I blinked."What do you mean?""You've been crying and before you tell me it's nothing, I've gotten pretty good at reading your face."I let out a quiet sigh."Am I really that obvious?""Only