I Was His Wife, Then His Widow, Then No One's But My Own novel Chapter 466

Finnegan was left speechless by the question. He wanted to say he didn't care about Seraphina at all. From the moment he decided to seek Nora's forgiveness, Seraphina's name had been completely erased from his life.

But the words caught in his throat, because he wasn't even sure himself if that was the truth.

Seraphina was, after all, the woman he had once fought desperately to have. For her, he had ruthlessly hurt the woman he had been married to for five years.

To deny Seraphina now would be to deny every choice he had made over those past few years, admitting that he had been entirely wrong from the very beginning.

But the reality was undeniable.

He had been wrong the entire time.

He simply hadn't wanted to admit it to himself.

A profound sense of defeat washed over Finnegan's eyes. "I've already lost Nora. Whether it's Seraphina, Nora, or the Fletcher family legacy you want, none of it matters to me anymore. Take whatever you want."

Frederick's expression cooled. He stared at him for a long time, his gaze complex. The man before him was his own flesh and blood, his twin, the person who had once been closest to him. Yet now, he couldn't even tell if those words were genuine or just another act.

He finally understood that he didn't just owe one person. He had ruined both Nora and Seraphina.

Finnegan sat there for hours, right up until dawn broke.

The memories of that day five years ago surfaced in his mind. After the incident, there were times he was too terrified to sleep, dreading the nightmares. The moment he closed his eyes, he would see Frederick's face, asking him why—why he had done it.

At first, he thought he had won. To the victor go the spoils, it was the natural order of things. The entire Fletcher enterprise belonged to him. But now, he realized he had turned into someone he didn't even recognize, all for things that never truly belonged to him in the first place.