The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 212

Chapter 212: THE PROOF SHE NEVER EXPECTED

Abigail

I stared at the laptop screen until the words and images blurred together into a nauseating haze.

This had to be some kind of joke. First of all, how was Lander Logistics a subsidiary of Wolfe Corporation?

Finnegan’s company had owned it for fifteen years. The proof was right there in black and white on the archived company records, ownership documents, and financial reports.

No — if it were a subsidiary of Wolfe Corporation, Finnegan had an almost perfect memory; he would have known all this time that the company my parents worked with was one of Wolfe Corporation’s subsidiaries.

There’s no way he could have pretended not to know. What if he was pretending? My hands started shaking so badly that I had to set the laptop down on the coffee table.

"No," I whispered, voice barely audible. "This can’t be real. It can’t be."

Annette sat beside me on the couch, her face even paler as she scrolled through the old security footage.

My parents were there, standing in front of a man flanked by bodyguards, shaking his hand in what looked like a formal meeting. The man looked exactly like Finnegan.

The same sharp jawline, same broad shoulders — hell, I could even feel his commanding presence through the camera.

The scanned images of the documents retrieved from the phone bore Finnegan’s signature. I was his assistant, and I knew his signature by heart!

How on earth was all the evidence — every piece of evidence — on this phone pointing to Finnegan?

It couldn’t be him. I felt like the floor had been ripped out from under me. The man I was falling in love with, the man who had held me so tenderly in Santorini, who had protected me at the gala, who had looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered in his world... could he really be the one responsible for my parents’ deaths?

The thought made me feel physically sick. My stomach churned, bile rising in my throat. I pressed a hand to my mouth, trying to breathe through the nausea.

"No," I said again, forcefully this time, shaking my head hard. "This is wrong. Finnegan would never... He couldn’t have done this. He’s not like that."

Annette gazed softly at me. "Abby... are you okay? You look like you’re about to pass out."

I rose abruptly, pacing the living room. My bare feet were cold against the floor. My brows drew together as I tried to make sense of the impossible.

"It’s not possible," I repeated, my voice cracking.

"Finnegan would never have been responsible for that. He’s trying to help me find the truth, not hide it. He’s been supporting me through everything. This has to be fake. That’s why they left the phone for us to find — they wanted to give us false leads to throw us off!"

Annette sighed, eyeing me warily.

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