I Was His Wife, Then His Widow, Then No One's But My Own novel Chapter 463

Finnegan hung up the phone and forced himself off the mattress, his vision blacking out at the edges as the fever flared up again.

He gripped the edge of the bed to steady himself. Once the severe vertigo passed, he grabbed his coat and immediately headed out the door.

Liam had already sent the address to his phone. The Blackwood Industrial Zone was a remote location, a solid three-hour drive from the city limits.

As his car sped away from the glittering downtown skyline, the sky steadily darkened into a pitch-black night.

Sitting in the backseat, Finnegan watched the blurring scenery, his mind an absolute chaotic mess.

Haven...

Why did that name sound so familiar? He felt like he had discussed it with his brother years ago.

A sickening knot tightened in his stomach, and his hands clenched involuntarily until his knuckles turned white.

It was impossible. His brother had died in that catastrophic plane crash five years ago. Even though the body was burned beyond recognition, there was no way it was a mistake.

He had personally watched the casket being lowered into the ground. He had watched the headstone being erected. Only after the funeral had he comfortably assumed the man's identity.

But now, a shadow corporation was operating under his own name, executing massive capital moves. It defied all logic. It felt entirely sinister, as if an invisible predator had woven an intricate web, patiently waiting for him to step into it.

Despite the danger, Finnegan had to uncover the truth.

Three hours later, the car pulled up in front of an isolated villa. Finnegan shoved the door open, the biting wind instantly cutting through his collar.

The freezing air hitting his fever-flushed skin ironically cleared his foggy mind.

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