The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 135

Chapter 135: CONFIRMING HER DOUBTS

AUTHOR’S POV

"Why do you smell like a woman’s perfume?" Victoria Wolfe leaned in, her eyes squinting into slits as she took a whiff of her husband.

It was shocking, maybe a bit awakening that Finnegan was finally, finally after fifteen years of marriage, getting his pleasures elsewhere.

Oh, she had suspected for a while now. Finnegan was a softie, a big old softie, that’s why it had been easier to marry him after the incident fifteen years ago.

He had a huge heart, had comforted her when Devin’s funeral was held and it felt like her whole world was going to fall apart.

That was why it was weird that over the past month, he hadn’t bothered to check on their home to see if it had been completed.

Her eyes swept over his outfit. He looked as immaculate as always. Hell, even his collar was at the perfect ninety degree angle it always was, it was so annoying.

He was like a walking robot.

"Why are you in my home?!" Finnegan demanded instead, deflecting her question. She had no right to ask him that after consecutively cheating on him for years.

"Oh come on, spill,"

"I don’t owe you an explanation," He spat, moving past her toward the bedroom corridor.

Victoria stepped in his path, blocking him, her eyes having a teasing glint in them. No, she couldn’t believe it. Finnegan couldn’t have taken a lover.

"You’re seeing someone?"

Those green eyes looked down at her with irritation. He could hardly believe she would talk to him as if she was some saint. The only reason they were still married was because he was sure she had the backing of his mother.

"Stop being a hypocrite," he scoffed.

She threw her shoulders back in a light airy laughter. "Fair enough." Her head tilted to the side. "I’ll find out eventually. You know that."

"Then you’ll find out eventually." He moved to step around her.

"Next month is close," she murmured and that halted him in his tracks.

Victoria fought a smile from tugging at her lips. She had known it would stop him. His jaw tightened, pulling on a mask of concern on her face, she sashayed closer to him, brushing her fingers down his chest, teasing the buttons on his shirt.

"I know how that month is for you," She sighed, batting her lashes up at him. "I came to see how you were. To take care of you, honey."

If Finnegan hadn’t lived with her for years, he may have believed that she genuinely cared for him. Hilarious, Victoria cared for nobody except herself.

"You should worry about yourself," He said coldly, grabbing her hand and shoving it away from him. "You and I both know you came because I haven’t moved back into the house,"

Well, it was true. Their home that she had burned down the kitchen was now fully repaired. Yet Finnegan hadn’t moved back.

Irritation curled around Victoria’s spine. How did he know that? This was exactly why she and Gina needed to walk on egg shells for their plan!