Chapter 7: The First Confrontation
Finnley stood in front of the house again two days later.
This time, he didn’t come empty-handed.
He had copies of the new will, bank records, and several documents from the storage unit inside a folder. He rang the doorbell and waited.
Reagan opened the door. When she saw him, her expression turned cold.
“I told you not to come back here,” she said.
“I’m not here to ask for permission,” Finnley replied. “I’m here to talk.”
Carter appeared behind her, holding a glass of whiskey like always.
“Look at this,” he said with a mocking smile. “The ex-con thinks he can just show up and make demands.”
Finnley ignored him and looked straight at Reagan.
“I know about the new will my father made three weeks before he died,” he said. “I also know how much money you and Carter stole from the company. And I know his death wasn’t as simple as you made it seem.”
Reagan’s face changed. For the first time, she looked genuinely unsettled.
“You’re lying,” she said, but her voice lacked conviction.
Finnley opened the folder and showed her the first page of the new will.
“My father left almost everything to me,” he said. “You and Carter were only supposed to receive a small monthly allowance. That’s why you rushed to cremate him and take over the house before I got out of prison.”
Carter stepped forward aggressively.
“You think some old piece of paper is going to change anything?” he snapped. “You were in prison. No one is going to believe you.”
Finnley looked at him calmly.
“I don’t need anyone to believe me right now. I just need you to understand one thing — I’m not the same person who went to prison three years ago. And I’m not leaving until I get what belongs to me.”
Reagan stared at him for a long moment. Then she spoke in a low voice.
“If you continue with this, you’re going to regret it.”
Finnley met her gaze without flinching.
“I already lost three years of my life because of you,” he said. “There’s nothing else you can take from me.”
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He turned and walked away, leaving Reagan and Carter standing in the doorway.
For the first time since he returned, Finnley felt like he had the upper hand.
