The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 225

Chapter 225: A SUDDEN REALIZATION

Abigail

It had been one week since Owen Smith disappeared.

You would think he was a ghost with the way there was nothing on him. No credit card activity, no phone signal, no sightings. It was as if the earth had swallowed him whole the moment he ran from his house.

Finnegan’s men, his private investigator Matt, and even the police were searching every corner of the city, but it just seemed like a dead end. I was losing my parents’ case at this rate, and we hadn’t even had a chance to appear in court.

It had also been one week since Victoria announced her reconciliation tour. I understood now why Finnegan had been so furious. The press had eaten it up. There were headlines everywhere praising her as the devoted wife fighting for her family.

And now it was even worse watching her cling to him over the glass of my champagne, trying not to storm closer and grab her by the hair.

"So who’s the lucky man that gets to call you his?" Eric teased next to me, looking dashing in his brown brocade suit.

Tonight, we were at his father’s launch of his new state-of-the-art racetrack. The old man loved racing so much, apparently, it made sense how close he was to Finnegan.

The event was glamorous, there were bright lights everywhere, luxury cars lined up, celebrities and executives mingling under the open sky.

I was here officially as Arthur’s friend and unofficially as Finnegan’s date. But to the world, we had to remain strangers.

I stood near the VIP section in a sleek dazzling blue and silver ombre dress that hugged my curves, a glass of champagne in my hand. My bruises had faded to faint yellow marks, but they were hidden under the makeup.

Finnegan was a few feet away, speaking with a group of investors. Our eyes met for a brief second and he gave me the smallest, secret smile that made my heart skip. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Then the crazy woman next to him reached up to wipe his lips with her fingers.

"Oops, I thought I noticed a stain on your lips, honey," she said in her fake as hell voice, and I could just see the lights die in his green eyes.

Apparently, the reconciliation tour was Victoria showing up anywhere and everywhere Finnegan was, with a storm of paparazzi and pressmen while she played the loving wife before the cameras.

She had her arm around his, pressing herself against his side. Finnegan’s face remained cold and composed, but I saw the flash of fury in his eyes.

He tried to step away politely, but Victoria clung tighter, whispering something in his ear while smiling for the cameras. People around them murmured.

"They look good together," someone nearby said. "I can believe they’ve been married for that long."

A hot, uncomfortable feeling twisted in my stomach. It was just an act. Finnegan hated her. He was mine.

But as Victoria laughed and touched his arm, leaned in close, posed for photos like the perfect wife, the feeling only grew hotter. My fingers tightened around my glass until my knuckles turned white.

"...Earth to Abigail? Earth to Abigail?!"

My eyes tore off Finnegan and Victoria to glance at the person before me. Oh my god, I had been so lost in my thoughts that I forgot I was talking to Eric!

"I’m sorry," I flushed, embarrassed, knocking back my entire glass of champagne. My eyes drifted back to Finn and Eric followed my gaze.

He let out a low whistle. "It’s Finnegan, isn’t it? Oh fuck, it was right in front of me. You’re actually seeing Finnegan."

See how she’s itching to be lambasted?

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