The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 103

Chapter 103: A DISCOVERY

Finnegan

"A debit of five million dollars?"

The darkness was thick in the penthouse, surrounding me with the only light in the room coming from my phone. The clock display in the upper-right corner of the screen showed one-fifteen am.

My fingers curled tightly around the glass of whiskey that I had poured for myself hours ago. I had barely taken more than one sip.

I was too damned furious to take another.

How could I have been so blindsided? How the hell did I not see what was right in front of me all along? Abigail Kellerman had deceived me.

Scratch that, she had played me like I was some Ken doll.

It stung; it stung so bad that not even the burn of the whiskey could stop the fury burning in my veins.

Had she laughed at me, watching me apologize for touching her in my office, knowing well enough that I was fucking her anyway?

Was this some sick joke? Was she feeling rather smug every time I was drawn to her like a moth to flame at the club, pining for her, aching for her, letting her touch me, putting up a freaking pretense?

When Henry showed me her registration file, I wasn’t so shocked that it was her. I had been suspecting for a while, but had told myself I was only searching for excuses to fuck my assistant.

She had me fooled, she had me by the balls... she lied to me. Those pretty blue eyes had gazed up at me as she lied about stealing my package. It was a stab to the gut.

I could tolerate everything else, except the lies. When Matt sent me the email showing she was red, it felt like she grabbed the knife and twisted it deeper until I was impaled further.

I knew it couldn’t be that she orchestrated the whole thing. Abigail could be many things, but I doubted there was a single manipulative bone in her body.

"That doesn’t change what she did," I spat, glaring down at the notification on my screen.

It was a debit charge on Victoria’s account. The one account that I had access to and sent her monthly allowance to.

Usually, I didn’t pay any attention to how she spent money. As long as she didn’t bother me, I was fine. But with the pressing urge to divorce her and get her out of I and Angel’s life for good, the demand to find evidence was strong.

It didn’t help that the fucking PI I asked to get proof that my wife was cheating hadn’t found anything in months.

I tapped the notification, a frown creasing my forehead as I read the name of the person she had transferred five fucking million to.

Him? Really? Why would my wife be sending that whopping amount of money to him?

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