The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 215

Chapter 215: DIZZINESS

Abigail

Finnegan strode into the living room, his broad shoulders filling the doorway, his face etched with exhaustion.

His emerald eyes swept the room, landing on me first. For a split second, relief flickered across his features. Then his gaze sharpened, taking in the bruises blooming across my cheek, the cut on my lip.

I had forgotten all about them while obsessively trying to treat Annette. Annette was in her room now with Angel, tending to her while River sat next to me.

She had been asking what happened over the past hour, but I couldn’t bring myself to say a word. Finnegan crossed the room in three long strides, hands reaching for me.

"Abigail," he breathed, voice rough with worry.

His fingers gently cupped my face, tilting it toward the light. "What the hell happened to you? Your face... your lip is split. And these bruises... who the fuck did this to you?"

I winced slightly as his thumb brushed a tender spot on my cheekbone. The pain stung, but it was nothing compared to the guilt still gnawing at me over Annette.

"I’m fine," I said quickly, trying to pull away.

"It’s Annette who needs help. She’s hurt worse. Gavin..."

His hands moved down my arms, checking for more injuries. His green eyes were dark with a mix of fury and pain, as if he were feeling every bruise on my body like it were his own.

"Gavin?" he echoed. "It’s that bastard again? Give me a minute, I’ll call-"

"It’s fine," I sniffed, shaking my head. "He’s... he’s not a threat anymore."

He drew me closer, one arm wrapping around my waist while the other gently tilted my chin up again, his thumb stroking my jaw tenderly.

"You’re shaking," he murmured, lowering his forehead to rest against mine. "Baby, talk to me. What happened? I need to know so I can fix it. I can’t stand seeing you like this."

I have no idea where the bloody tears came from. But the waterworks erupted, and before I knew it, I was sobbing into his chest, my shoulders trembling as heavy cries tore through my entire body.

"I... I fought him," I sniffled. "Gavin. He had Annette. I had to get her back and I... I think I killed him, Finn. Oh my god, I thought we were going to die. He was going to shoot, I didn’t think, and just grabbed the gun... He’s dead. I just know it, that he’s dead."

Finnegan said nothing for a while, and my heart pounded hard against my chest. Did he hate me? Maybe I shouldn’t have sprung all that on him, but I couldn’t hold back when he held me.

With a soft sigh, he pulled away slightly and whispered, "We’re going to the hospital. Where’s Annette? Nothing else matters until you’re both checked out."

"No, no," I grabbed his arm. "There is something important. More important than a few bruises. Please. Just look at this first."

His eyes narrowed. "What could be more important than you being safe? Than making sure you’re okay? Nothing, Abigail. Nothing is more important than you."

More tears burned the corners of my eyes. How could he be so— see, this was why I said it couldn’t be him in that video? Finnegan Wolfe was nothing like the man in that footage.

But I had to show him. I took his hand and led him to the couch, where Annette’s bag with the laptop sat.

I opened the laptop and played the video.

The footage started, showing my parents and the man who looked exactly like Finnegan.

The question hit me like a slap. Okay, I wasn’t expecting that. I was expecting a flash of shock and maybe some denial, not Where did you get that?

Twin brother?

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