The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 213

Chapter 213: PLOT TWIST.

Finnegan

The conference room felt suffocating.

I sat at the head of the long table, my lawyer on my right, Victoria and her lawyer on the opposite side. The divorce settlement papers lay between us like a loaded gun. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

I had hoped this meeting would finally end this farce, but I should have known better.

Atticus was representing Victoria.

Fucking Atticus. I had trusted this asshole, and he turned on me and was working with my mother and Victoria instead? A damned shame.

My dignity wouldn’t let me exchange words with an asshole like him, so I simply held my head up and thought about the one person who made me feel sane in all this madness.

Victoria sat beside Atticus, a smug look on her face, while Atticus yapped.

"This clause regarding the properties is unacceptable," he said smoothly. "My client contributed significantly to the acquisition and maintenance of those assets during the marriage."

My lawyer leaned forward. "Your client contributed nothing. Those properties were acquired through Wolfe Corporation funds long before the marriage."

Victoria pouted dramatically. "Finnegan, darling, must we be so... adversarial? We built a life together. Surely, we can be civil about this?"

I didn’t respond. I simply stared at her, letting the silence stretch until it became uncomfortable. She shifted in her seat, her smug smile faltering slightly.

The meeting dragged on for another forty minutes of pointless back-and-forth. Victoria’s side kept raising frivolous objections, asking for more time, more reviews, more consideration.

It was all theatre — they obviously had no intention of signing today and were stalling.

Stalling for what exactly?

Victoria had mentioned something about my birthday. What did my mother have planned for my birthday? Or was it after?

When the meeting finally ended without progress, I rose abruptly.

"We’re done here," I clipped coldly. "Next time, come prepared to actually sign, or don’t waste my time."

Victoria smiled as she gathered her things. "Of course, darling. I’ll see you soon."

I ignored her and strode out without another word, my lawyer trailing behind me.

James was waiting with the car. I slid into the backseat, my lawyer joining me.

As the car pulled away, my lawyer started reviewing notes. "They’re clearly delaying. We can push for-"

My phone rang with a call from the state hospital.

"Mr. Wolfe," the doctor’s urgent voice reached my ears. "Richard Saxon is awake. He’s asking for you specifically."

I sat up straighter. "I’m on my way. Keep him stable."

I ended the call and told James, "Change of plans. Please drive to the hospital."

The drive felt endless. My mind raced with possibilities. Richard had accused me of trying to kill him.

If he were awake, maybe he could tell me who was really behind it and why on God’s green earth he thought I was responsible.

When we arrived, I strode through the hospital corridors down to the private room where Richard was. Policemen lined the entrance, heavily guarding the place.

Richard looked pale and weak, but his eyes burned with accusation when they landed on me.

"You bastard," he wheezed, his voice raspy from the tube that had been in his throat. "You tried to kill me."

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