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The whole truth
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2026-10-14 11:03:18
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The Billionaire in oil-stained hands Made a fool
Chapter 72 Fafane After leaving the hospital, I sat behind the wheel in the parking lot and let the tears fall. A lot had happened to me since I got my second chance at life, but this was one of those moments I couldn’t hold inside. Quashawn never told me he owned the mechanic shop where he worked. That, I could understand. I had mistaken him for a mechanic on our blind date, and he'd let me believe it. But this? This wasn’t a small detail; this was his entire identity. How could he not tell me? Did he not trust me? Did he think I was after his money? I hated even thinking that. All I knew was that sorry wouldn’t fix this. A warm lavender bath wasn’t going to fix it either. I wiped my eyes and reached for the ignition when my phone rang. Without checking the screen, I answered. “Yes. What is it?” “Fafane. It’s nice to hear your voice,” the voice on the other line said. I froze, pulling the phone away from my ear. I looked at the screen. Henry. I cleared my throat. “What do y
The Billionaire in oil-stained hands The truth and hospital
Chapter 71 Quashawn When I opened my eyes, Fafane was standing in front of the window with her arms crossed over her chest. From how stiff her back was, I knew getting hit by a car hadn’t done me any favors when it came to keeping the truth from her. I cleared my dry throat and tried to push myself into a sitting position. Fafane turned at the sound and immediately walked toward me. “Don’t.” She adjusted the bed, then reached for the cup of water beside me and handed it to me. I watched her while I drank. Her face gave nothing away. When I finished, she took the cup. “Did getting hit by a car do me any favors?” She stared at me. “No.” Fair enough. She sat on the side of the bed. “The doctor said you’ll be fine. Just some bruises. Nothing serious.” I reached for her hand, but she pulled it away. Ouch! “Thanks.” I studied her face. “Are you okay?” “If you’re asking if I got hurt by the car, no.” She went quiet for a moment. “I’m upset, Quashawn. I’ve been open with you fro
The Billionaire in oil-stained hands The whole truth
Chapter 70 Fafane Today was the gala. I rushed to the office, hoping to finish a few last-minute things before I met the girls. Jasmine insisted on doing my hair, and when she found out I was going with Marie, she wanted to get her out of the office and help her relax a little too. All in all, the day was going pretty well, except for Quashawn. He got quieter the closer we got to the venue, and his mood started to make me suspicious. But I didn’t question him, especially not after what I’d overheard yesterday when his phone rang. I wasn’t going to ruin my day with unnecessary problems. Just as I was about to walk out, my phone buzzed. I pulled it out of my purse and saw a text from Tessa. It was a picture of her standing in front of the venue where the charity gala was taking place. “You could never” I almost laughed because, in my past life, I would’ve never set foot in a place like this. But in this life? Not only was I stepping in there, but I also planned to do it in styl
The Billionaire in oil-stained hands Running out of time
Chapter 69 Quashawn By the time I got home, I had accepted one thing i was running out of time. Lunch had been a complete failure. I went to Fafane’s office with every intention of telling her the truth, but between Marie walking in, my phone ringing, and my own damn hesitation, I left without saying the one thing I’d gone there to say. I was a Baker, not just someone who worked around them or a simple mechanic. I was the Baker heir, and tomorrow I would be walking into a room filled with people who knew exactly who I was, with a wife who didn’t. I loosened my tie as I walked upstairs; maybe I should have just told her at lunch. No perfect speech, no planning, but just let it out. Fafane, I’m Quashawn Baker. Simple, except there was nothing simple about explaining everything that came after those four words. Why didn’t I tell her before we got married? Why did I let her believe I was only a mechanic? Why didn't I tell her when she found out I owned the shop? Why did I continue
The Billionaire in oil-stained hands Before the Gala
Chapter 68 Fafane I was halfway through answering an email when someone knocked on my office door. “Come in.” The door opened, and Quashawn walked inside carrying two bags of food. After I lectured him about buying the right amount and not buying the whole store, it seemed like he had learned. I leaned back in my chair and looked at him. “What are you doing here?” He lifted the bags. “Bringing my wife lunch.” “Oh?” I closed my laptop. “And what did your wife do to deserve such special treatment?” “Marry me,” he said. I laughed as he walked over and placed the bags on my desk. “That was your good luck, not mine.” He gave me a look but didn’t argue as he started taking containers from the bags. I watched him for a few seconds; something was off. He’d been acting strange lately. Not necessarily in a bad way, but like there was always something sitting on the tip of his tongue that he couldn’t bring himself to say. “You’re staring at me,” he said. “Because you’re acting weir
The Billionaire in oil-stained hands The Audit
Chapter 67 Quashawn The next morning, I barely slept. All I could think about was Fafane’s face when she found out about me being the Baker heir. I’d imagined every possible scenario, and not a single one ended in my favor. Rubbing my face, I poured myself a cup of black coffee. I stood there for a moment, staring into the cup as I tried to figure out the best time to tell her the truth. I’d already spent a couple of days in the guest room. I didn’t even want to imagine where this new secret would land me once she found out. Taking a sip of my coffee, I leaned against the desk and tried to come up with a plan, but nothing worked. Eventually, I gave up trying to find the perfect way to tell her. There probably wasn’t one. By noon, Norman came to the shop and delivered the audit I’d requested. Before leaving, he stopped at the door. “Sir, was there anything else you needed?” I thought about it for a second. “No, not right now.” Unless he could help me with the Fafane situation,
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