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CHAPTER 60

Author: Six Cats
last update Last Updated: 2025-01-02 20:20:26

CHRIS’ POV

The decision to take matters into my own hands wasn’t easy—it was born out of desperation, frustration, and an unyielding need to set things right.

The weight of guilt and suspicion hung around my neck like a chain, pulling me down with every breath. I couldn’t sleep without hearing Judy’s cutting words or seeing the betrayal in her eyes. Her mistrust wasn’t just a blow to my pride; it was a dagger to my heart.

I couldn’t bear the thought that she truly believed I would harm her father—or anyone, for that matter.

Each morning, I woke with a sense of purpose, tempered by the ache of isolation. My first task was to dig into my father’s past—a man who had always been my anchor, my moral compass. Now, I was unravelling his life, seeking clues among the threads of his relationships and business dealings.

It felt invasive, almost wrong, to sift through his private affairs, but the need for answers outweighed my discomfort.

I started by reaching out to old colleagues, hoping th
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