The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 214

Chapter 214: FINDING OUT WHY

Finnegan

I couldn’t stop staring at the screen. I tried to, but the image before me kept replaying over and over.

Devin was alive. Devin was...alive?

My twin brother threw his head back, eyes glinting in the camera as he stood next to my mother, shaking hands with Richard Saxon.

I shut my eyes tightly for a second to fight off the sudden headache splitting my skull.How the hell was he alive? We had mourned him for fifteen years. Fifteen solid years.

My mother made sure to cry her eyes out at every bloody memorial we held for him every single year; it was practically the most important day in the world for my family.

And there he was in the grainy footage, shaking hands, signing documents, laughing with my mother like they hadn’t been lying to me all along. His face was unmistakable.

We pretty much had the same jawline, the same build, but I would know that arrogant tilt of the head any fucking time.

My hands gripped the edge of the table the computer sat on, nails threatening to sink into the wood. The men around me exchanged glances while the video played out before my eyes.

Alive. Devin, alive. It echoed over and over in my skull like a gunshot. I felt the ground shift beneath me, and the air in the dingy auction house room was suddenly growing thick and suffocating.

My lawyer was saying something beside me, but I couldn’t hear him. All I could hear was the roar of blood in my ears and the ghost of my brother’s laugh from fifteen years ago.

How? How was this possible? I had attended his funeral. I had seen the fucking casket. His body was battered and bruised and mangled, almost unrecognizable.

I had watched my mother cry. I had carried the guilt for years, wondering if I could have saved him, if I had been a better brother. And all this time... he was alive.

Who the hell had we buried fifteen years ago?

I shot to my feet, the chair scraping loudly against the floor. The men in the room flinched, watching me warily.

"Boss?" one of them asked cautiously. "Is everything... alright?"

Oh, everything was perfect, buddy. I just found out my twin brother is breathing, alive, and fucking well.

I turned and walked out without another word, my lawyer hurrying after me. James had the car waiting. I slid into the backseat, my mind still reeling.

"Drive to mother’s house," I ordered James, my hands clenching into fists, fingers digging into my palm hard enough to draw blood.

"Yes, sir."

The drive felt endless. Every second stretched into what felt like an eternity as memories flooded me.

All of mother’s words and accusations.

Devin would never treat me like this!

You could never be Devin.

My hands flew to my face, dragging down slowly while I tried not to lose my shit. This had to be some sort of joke. Devin’s smirk surfaced in my head. My mother’s golden child was alive all along.

She decided for me. She fucking deceived me!

When the car finally pulled up to mother’s sprawling mansion, I didn’t wait for James to open the door — I shoved it open and stormed inside, the heavy front doors slamming behind me.

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