Ew... I Slept With My 'Bro' For 3 Years?! Well, GO HELL, F*ckboy novel Chapter 17

Chapter 8

“You-you’re lying through your damn teeth!”

Chadwick completely lost it, his finger trembling as he jabbed it toward me.

“Something goes missing, and instead of looking at yourself, you’re trying to pin it on me?”

“Oh, we’ll see who’s lying.” I shot back, eyes sharp as steel.

“Go ahead-check the books, check the warehouse logs. The numbers don’t lie.”

Then I stepped closer, refusing to back down.

“And you said you saw me sneaking around the warehouse at night?”

“What night exactly? What time? Who else saw me? Go on-say it!”

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Chadwick stammered, his face draining of color.

He clearly hadn’t expected me to come at him this hard-or turn the tables on him completely.

The air inside the warehouse was so tense you could hear a pin drop.

Then, from the doorway, came a deep, steady voice:

“I can vouch for her.”

I spun around.

Benjamin stood there, tool bag slung over his shoulder, dust and grease still on his jacket. He’d clearly rushed over straight from another workshop.

His presence hit the room like a beam of sunlight cutting through storm clouds.

Everyone froze.

Chadwick looked like he’d seen a ghost-his face went chalk white, eyes wide with panic.

Benjamin ignored the stares and walked in, his limp barely noticeable beneath his steady stride.

He came straight to me, looked me over to make sure I was okay, then turned to Chadwick with calm, measured words that filled the whole

room

“So, Chadwick, you said you saw my wife sneaking around the warehouse the other night?”

The words my wife rolled off his tongue so naturally-but they carried a quiet, possessive power that made my chest ache.

My throat tightened.

Benjamin paused, then continued, “That’s funny, because every night this week, Ellie’s gone home with me.”

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Chapter 8

“Ask anyone on our floor, or even old Mr. Henderson at the gatehouse.”

“They’ll all tell you the same thing.”

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze sharp.

“But you. I’ve heard you’ve been ‘working late’ a lot these nights, haven’t you?”

“What exactly have you been doing after hours?”

Benjamin’s words hit like a hammer, each one pounding straight into Chadwick’s weak spot.

He’d not only given me an alibi but also flipped the suspicion squarely back onto Chadwick.

“I-I wasn’t doing anything wrong!” Chadwick blurted, sweating bullets. “I was just working!”

“Then you won’t mind if they check, right?” Benjamin said smoothly, voice calm but firm as stone. “I’m sure management will get to the bottom

of it.”

Mr. O’Malley, who’d been watching in silence, finally spoke up, his face dark as thunder.

“Chadwick! The warehouse is restricted access-get back to your post and wait for investigation!”

He turned to the accountant and the storage clerk.

“Jessica, seal all inventory records and bring them to my office-now!”

The staff scrambled to obey, packing up ledgers and documents in a hurry.

Mr. O’Malley gave Benjamin and me a long, complicated look-part apology, part respect-then stormed out with his team.

The warehouse fell silent.

Just me, Benjamin, and Chadwick, now slumped on the floor like a broken puppet.

Looking at him-pathetic, shaking, defeated-I felt no pity. Only a tired kind of relief.

I turned to Benjamin, meeting his steady eyes, words catching in my throat before I finally whispered, “Ben…”

He reached out with his rough, calloused hand and gently patted my back,

“It’s over,” he said quietly, voice low and warm like an anchor.

“You’ve got me. Let’s go home.”

I nodded hard, forcing back the tears that threatened to spill.

We walked out side by side, leaving Chadwick and his filthy lies behind.

The winter sun slanted through the tall warehouse windows, dust motes spinning in the golden light.

The investigation that followed went smoother than I’d dared hope.

Maybe because Mr. O’Malley made it a priority-or maybe because Chadwick’s lies were full of holes.

Within days, the truth was out.

Chapter 8

The missing imported bearings?

Chadwick had been stealing them, using his position to check them out under “test use” labels and hiding them away to resell later.

The “I saw Ellie sneaking around” story?

Pure fiction. Not one witness backed him up, and even his own timeline fell apart.

When the evidence hit the table, Chadwick cracked.

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