The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 152

Chapter 152: DEVIN’S MEMORIAL

Finnegan

"Uncle Devin look so much like you,Dad." Angel murmured beside me, staring at the huge picture of my twin brother on the memorial stand.

It was quite disorienting looking at your own face on someone dead.

Devin’s eyes stared back at mine from the frame. He was wearing a black suit that framed his build. His eyes crinkled at the corners with mischief, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"Did you two ever pretend to be each other growing up?" Angel asked, peeking up at me through the black bonnet covering her hair.

"Yeah," I murmured, a sad smile tugging at her lips.

Across the room, Mother was on her knees before Devin’s epithet, her shoulders shaking as she sobbed. Apparently, fifteen years did nothing to dull her grief of losing him.

Victoria knelt beside her, burying her face in Mother’s neck, holding her. Their black dresses pooled around them like some infinite black hole that only surrendered and caved to Devin.

How could she pour that much of herself into someone dead for fifteen years, and yet she had a son standing three feet away that she was trying to destroy?

Even when Mother picked him as her favorite son over me, Devin had still put me through hell sometimes. He was my twin brother after all.

Losing him had gutted me deep, and it still did. I hated that my mother had driven a wedge between us; I hated that it always felt like a competition with him as we got older.

Who could win Mother’s love? Who could please her the most? Who could have Wolfe Corporation all to themselves?

All for what exactly?

A slender hand covered mine, and I glanced down to see my daughter gazing softly at me.

I patted her hair, and she made a silly face, sticking her tongue out at me.

"Stop it," I bit back a smile, and her eyes glinted with mischief, much like my brother’s in the picture.

Mother finally rose, letting go of the epithet. Victoria stood beside her, supporting her elbow. Their eyes were both red-rimmed, faces streaked with tears. They did this every year.

"It’s your turn to talk to him, Finnegan," Mother sniffled, gesturing to the epithet.

Talk to him about what exactly?

"No."

Her chin lifted, her eyes sharpening into a glare. "Finn, we do this every year."

Exactly,we did this every year. I did everything she wanted, every single time, no questions asked, like a fucking zombie.

And what exactly did I get in return? How could she stand there and face me like she hadn’t tried to wreck my life? How could she?!

"I’ll go talk to Uncle Devin on his behalf."

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