Falling For My Accidental CEO Husband
Chapter 69: Despicable

Chapter 69: Despicable

"What is this?" she asked, her voice sharp as she thrust the papers toward him, the moment he entered the small room

"What do you mean, ’What is this?’" He asked in frustration before he glanced down at the documents in her hand, and then the change in his expression was instant—his face tightening with a mixture of alarm and guilt. "You’re mistaken. This... this is just a misunderstanding. Where did you get these papers?"

"A misunderstanding?" she repeated, incredulous, her voice rising. "It’s all written right here in black and white! My signatures are on every page! When did you get this? How did you get it? I know for a fact I never signed anything like this! Tell me what you’ve done! Have you forged my signatures on this?"

"No no! You’re wrong! This has nothing to do with me! Let me explain."

"Then what is this?" she demanded, shaking the papers at him. "Explain!"

He ran a hand through his hair, frustration and guilt mixing in his eyes. "It was my mother," he finally said, his voice lower, almost pleading. "She... she had those papers prepared. I didn’t know until it was too late. She slipped them in with the debt guarantee forms you signed, mixed them up so you wouldn’t notice."

Serena’s mouth dropped open, disbelief washing over her. "Your mother? You’re telling me your mother did this behind my back? And you let her?"

"I didn’t let her!" He moved toward her, his hands outstretched as if to make her understand. "I swear, I was going to destroy them the moment I found out! I... I planned to tear them up, but I—I forgot." His voice faltered.

Serena scoffed, her anger boiling over. "How convenient." She waved the papers in front of his face, her eyes burning with fury. "You just forgot, huh? Like it’s that easy? You forgot to tear up documents that name you as the beneficiary in my will? Really? What was she expecting? For me to lie down and die? Or did she plan to kill me herself?"

Serena’s voice dropped as she questiond sarcastically. "Either way, I might as well end up dead, and then you would own everything, wouldn’t you? And you still have the nerve to stand here and say you weren’t involved?"

She paused and took a deep breath, her grip tightening on the documents before ripping them in half with a sharp, decisive motion. Then she tore again and again, shredding the papers with all the force her fury could muster.

Owen reached out, his voice desperate. "Serena, wait—"

"Wait? So that you can wait for me to die?"

"I’m leaving. Right this instant." She threw the torn papers at his face, and when he moved to stop her, she hissed, "Owen Thompson, I’ve had enough of this. Get out of my way or you will regret it."

Serena jolted awake, her breath ragged and her body drenched in cold sweat. Her heart raced as she sat up in the dimly lit room, her eyes darted around in confusion. The remnants of the dream clung to her like a heavy fog, as she fought to breathe. It took hr a moment to remember where she was. In the maid’s home. Taking care of Owen. Sharply, she turned her head, seeing the man sleeping on the bed peacefully.

For a moment, she stared at him, remembering the guilty expression on his face... "Owen Thompson..." She whispered the name and tried to justify the dream. It could not be a memory right. But even as she stared at his sleeping face, she could not remember if he’d ever mentioned his full name....

Was he really Owen Thompson? Thompon... According to the dream, his mother had made her sign that will along with those debt guarantee...It was not a dream then! It was a memory.

Serena’s heart pounded in her chest, the realization hitting her like a freight train. That dam* man should have been a story writer for the way he changed everything around, making himself out to be a victim too. Serena’s hands clenched! The bas*ard! He’d fooled her! Used her lack of memory to cover up for himself and his parents! "The Thompsons stepped in to help with mediating with your family. They were related to you! Related to her? Like Hell!" She muttered as she scolded herself for being so naive. He had been playing her all along. The bastard.

Serena clenched her fists, her gaze fixed on Owen’s peaceful, sleeping face. He looked so innocent lying there, but she knew better now. What else was he hiding?

She couldn’t confront him yet—not without knowing everything. She needed proof, something concrete to expose him for the liar he truly was. Her eyes flickered toward the small bag in the corner of the room. Maybe...

On tiptoes, Serena moved silently across the room, her heart thudding in her ears as she reached for Owen’s bag. She lifted it carefully, holding her breath as she carried it outside, making sure the door clicked softly behind her.

Once outside, she hurried into the bathroom and unzipped the bag. She didn’t know how involved Maya was but considering the fact that the woman had not let her take her phone, she had to beleive that she was an accomplice.

Her hands trembled as she rummaged through its contents, her mind racing. First, she found some clothes and toiletries—nothing suspicious. But then, tucked away in an inner compartment, her fingers brushed against something solid. She pulled out a small stack of documents.

Her heart skipped a beat as she unfolded them. His passport was the first thing she found. Owen Thompson. The name was there, printed in black and white. But the confirmation didn’t soothe her—it only made her feel worse. He really was Owen Thompson... Next were a few pictures of him and her... probably from Vancity because she was wearing the same clothes as the other pictures he had given her... Her hands fisted...