All Chapters of BEHIND OFFICE DOORS: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The next morning. Fred Walker lay motionless in bed, staring at the ceiling while the tempestuous thoughts of fury and regret further entangled his mind. The betrayal burned within him, raw and relentless, deeply sank into pride like a jagged knife. It tortured him now as Maggie would deceive him for years through an intricate web of lies, convincing enough for him to see nothing till now. And now that he had seen it, he was going to make sure she faced the consequences. Not yet, however. Not until Thomas was there.Fred required Maggie to see him standing before her, feeling undeniable and suffocating weight pressing down upon her by her own deception. He wanted her to know what she had done and see it reflected in his eyes, knowing there was no escape.Shame clawed at his chest, a little bitter and unwelcome companion. He hadn’t even had the courage to tell Jerry everything that had happened. Not yet ready to confess the truth about him and Laura, but Jack’s situation was one thing

Helen’s sudden entrance into the living room sent fear spiraling through the air, for her presence suffocated them like a noose tightening around their throats. The tension that had ignited just a while ago with Fred furious and Maggie quaking in fear, now turned into this isolated silence that filled every corner of the room with the promise of a terror. Helen’s wide eyes were shifting between Fred, Thomas, and Maggie, her breath hitching while she soaked in the unspoken truths that hung between them.Maggie remained paralyzed with fear, her body rigid. Fred's fists were loosening, but the breath he took was not as even as it should have been, as though he had to hold on to something like control. Thomas jumped on his feet like he was about to say something with lips parting, but no sound came from his mouth. Not one of them was prepared for this.Not only did Helen's hands tremble on the doorframe, but her face became pale as well. “I…” Her voice was shaky at this point. “What… who,

Fred felt that he was buried with all the memories of the past; like each memory was going to burst at any moment with all its heavy energy. The shadows were already dancing on the walls of the dimly lit room, and the muted sounds from outside were drifting into silence within. His fingers shook a little bit; his blank gaze fell to the floor, where the memory of Laura haunted him. How could he have let his anger get the best of him? He had spoken very cruelly to Laura, and those venomous words only etched images of her tear-streaked face into his memory. He had left her naked and unarmed, and he would have lost her forever. Now the thought brought the sting back to life in his chest, tightening like a noose around his heart. Before he could stop himself, hot tears welling would slip down his face. He swiped angrily at them, almost to punish himself with such weakness, but the more he fought them, the more tears that came, like a flood, hot with regret.And then there was Jack. The

He was rigid in the middle of the room, staring in disbelief and horror. The thumping of his pulse in the ears became deafening as Thomas's embrace weighed upon him, warm and firm, yet utterly unusual. It made little sense. He felt the vacuum-clear air being sucked out of him, involuntarily stiffening and backing away to create some distance between this man who he had no idea who he was. His brooding, wide, searching eyes saw Thomas and Maggie, appealing for answers."Who..." Jack's voice quivered with the tremor of confusion, almost tinged with fear, as he half-turned to face his mother. "Who is he?".Maggie parted her lips but could utter nothing. Instead, her tears, like a silent confession, surged forth to embrace the grim reality before them. The little room suddenly felt too small and choking. Jack's heart raced against the rhythmic thumping in his ears, almost eerily calm, staring at his mother and awaiting an apology that never came. Then Thomas spoke."I am your father." C

Resounding were the revelations, dense and oppressive, as if the atmosphere itself were somehow laboring to bear the weight of what had just broken upon them. Fred and Thomas stood transfixed, their faces mirroring the utter disbelief that had surged through them. Opposite them, Jerry stood firmly, his eyes darting between the two men trying to come to grips with the truth and everything he'd ever known. The horror of the whole situation settled into his chest. Fred and Thomas, twins, separated at birth. Jerry had seen a fair number of twists in his life, but never one of this magnitude. Not only were these two men tied together in some insidious fate that had led them through years of rivalry, twists, and entanglements with Maggie, they were also bound by blood. He took a deep breath, blinking away his dazed sensation until he could finally ask, "So... you are really saying that you two are twins?" His voice combined astonishment with doubt; even the words felt absurd as he spoke t