The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 166

Chapter 166: PREPARE THE DIVORCE PAPERS

Finnegan

That little fucker had his hands around her throat.

Oh no, no he would pay. I didn’t understand how and why he attacked her, but that would definitely be his last.

Terror tore through me, hot like magma when I got into that corridor and saw Abigail—my Abigail getting choked by some asshole.

Hell even now as I carted her up the elevator into my penthouse, my heart still slammed hard against my ribcage. What if I had been just a little late?

What if I hadn’t been worried that she wasn’t back from the bathroom? I had cut my speech short when she didn’t return because I was terrified she had run off, still mad at me—and thank Christ I was.

I lowered her on the sofa, my heart breaking at the sight of her. Her eyes were red at the rims, the bruising at her throat got darker by the minute and my jaw clenched.

Her hair was still tousled from that bastard’s grip. I reached out to stroke the silky strands and her blue eyes glared daggers at me as she reared her head away from me.

I crouched in front of her, dragging a hand down my face.

We needed to talk. And now that she was calmer, I had to tell her.

"I got married to Victoria on February fourteenth—"

She scoffed icily. "I’m not interested in your excuses,"

"I know," I muttered, taking her hand in mine. "It was the happiest day of my life. At least I believed it was but we grew apart quickly."

"She wanted the Wolfe name and as soon as she had my daughter, she had secured it and didn’t need me anymore." I pulled out my phone with my other hand, navigating to years of messages between us.

"I don’t have concrete proof that she’s cheating. These are the only evidence I have. But it’s not enough to divorce her on the ground of infidelity. I’d lose my company,"

Abigail’s eyes widened as she scrolled through the messages from my wife. Now, she looked interested.

"She even got to the PI I had sent to find some evidence. Somehow he ended up in Victoria’s bed,"

"She sounds like a bitch,"

A hollow chuckle slipped from my lips.

Direct as always, I loved her for it.

"I had never wanted anyone else, Abigail. For years of this sham of a marriage, I had never touched anyone else." I held her gaze.

"And then there was that flight some six months ago, one of the hardest nights I had had in a long time, but I don’t remember it that way, because I met you that night."

She blinked rapidly, and looked away pulling her hand away from mine.

"I’m sorry you’ve been through all of that, Abigail. I mean that." She drew in a breath and whispered softly. "But you didn’t tell me. Do you not... Do you just trust me?"

I dragged a hand through my hair. "It isn’t that I don’t trust you,"

"Then what is it?"

"Every woman in my life has used what they knew about me as a weapon." I bit the words, out harsher than I intended.

Don’t leave me.

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