The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 262

Chapter 262: DIVORCE

Finnegan

The divorce was finally done. Victoria was out of the picture, legally, publicly and completely. The papers were signed and for the first time in years I felt like I could breathe easy.

It was like being set free from a prison, and I owed it all to my little girl.

I glanced across the table at the private rooftop restaurant, a quiet smile tugging at my lips.

Abigail sat beside me, her hand intertwined with mine under the table, her thumb stroking my knuckles in slow, soothing circles. Henry was telling some ridiculous story involving a golf cart and a peacock, and everyone was laughing.

Well, almost everyone. My gaze drifted to my daughter on my other side. She wasn’t laughing.

Her eyes were distant, and she had been like this for a week now, ever since that night in Victoria’s garden. My daughter was never quite reclusive, but now she retreated to her room for hours, emerging only when she was called.

Was it trauma? Should I get her a therapist?

That was starting to look like the best course of action right now. She had faced her mother and no child should ever have to do that. What had angered me was that bitch touching my girl.

I was going to make sure her life in jail stretched on as miserably as possible just for that.

But there was something else. Sometimes Angel would look at me with a pained look in her eyes. Yesterday, she flinched when I touched her shoulder. My daughter had never flinched from me before.

"Finn?" Abigail’s voice pulled me back. "You okay?"

I nodded gruffly. "Fine. Just thinking. Do you want a refill?" I gestured to her wine glass, and she nodded eagerly. Reaching across the table, I poured her a glass.

"Thanks,"

"Anytime, Baby,"

Angel’s eyes met mine across the table, and for a moment, I saw something flash there. Fear? Guilt? Then she looked away, burying her face in her soda, her dark hair falling forward to hide her face.

"To Finnegan’s freedom," Henry cheered, raising his glass. "Drink up y’all, this is a celebratory dinner, not a funeral."

River nudged his chest while we all clinked glasses. Abigail leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek.

I turned and kissed her properly. We could be together freely now. After so fucking long, Christ.

When we pulled apart, Angel made a fake gagging sound, but her smile didn’t light up her face the way it used to.

"Gross, but I approve," she drawled sassily.

Henry chuckled.

"Finally. I was starting to think you two would sneak around forever."

The meal was light and joyful, or it should have been. There was good food and better company, but I found myself watching Angel.

She pushed her food around her plate without eating and answered questions in monosyllables.

When River tried to draw her into conversation about school, she mumbled something about being tired and disappeared into the bathroom for twenty minutes.

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