Chapter 6: The First Confrontation
Two days later, Finnley stood in front of his old house again.
This time, he didn’t knock politely.
He rang the doorbell and waited.
Reagan opened the door, wearing the same annoyed expression as before. When she saw him, her face darkened.
“I told you not to come back here,” she said coldly.
“I’m not here to beg,” Finnley replied. “I’m here to talk.”
Carter appeared behind her, holding a glass of whiskey.
“Look who’s back,” he sneered. “Did prison make you brave?”
Finnley ignored him and looked directly at Reagan.
“I know about the new will,” he said. “I also know about the money you and Carter stole from the company. And I know my father didn’t die of cancer like you claimed.”
Reagan’s expression changed for a split second — just long enough for Finnley to know he had hit the mark.
“You’re lying,” she said, but her voice was no longer steady.
“I have proof,” Finnley continued. “Bank records. Medical reports. And a will my father signed three weeks before he died. Everything is in a safe place. If anything happens to me, it will all be released.”
Carter stepped forward aggressively.
“You think you can threaten us?”
Finnley looked at him calmly.
“I’m not threatening you. I’m giving you a choice. You can return what you stole and leave this house quietly… or I can destroy both of you in court.”
Reagan stared at him for a long moment.
Then she slammed the door in his face.
Finnley didn’t move.
He simply turned around and walked away, a cold sense of satisfaction settling in his chest.
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For the first time since he got out of prison, he felt like he was no longer the victim.
He was finally fighting back.
