Seducing My Ex’s Father In Law novel Chapter 568

Gavin’s POV

My hands shook as I stared at my phone.

Drugged?? Monty named the first file. I looked at the hospital door behind me, knowing that on the other side of that door was a woman I didn’t trust. Eliza was off getting that paternity test done, and I was about to have more answers than I could imagine with just a click of a button.

Was I ready to know the truth about that night?

With a deep breath, I clicked on the video. It started with Rachel and me arriving at the bar. I was on my phone, trying to find a ride for that night, and then I set my phone down on the bar countertop. I asked the bartender's attention and ordered myself a scotch while Rachel ordered a classic martini with an olive.

We talked while we waited for our drinks, and my phone remained untouched on the bar. The bartender brought over our drinks, and I took a sip of the scotch while maintaining a conversation with Rachel, who seemed to be speaking animatedly about something. I couldn’t remember the conversation we had, which meant I was barely paying attention to what she was saying.

After a few minutes, I got up, excusing myself to the bathroom. I forgot my phone on the counter, and I didn’t realize it had lit up with a message. However, Raechel seemed to have noticed.

I watched her look around for a moment, making sure I wasn't in sight, before she grabbed my phone and typed something into it. After a minute, she was sliding the phone into her purse.

I remembered looking for my phone that evening during my drunken stupor, but I never imagined that Rachel had stolen it.

I clenched my fists tightly as the video continued.

Rachel took a small baggie out of her purse and a pinch of whatever powder was in it. She glanced around briefly before she sprinkled it into my scotch and then stirred it with her finger.

The bartender was completely oblivious of her actions. By the time I returned, she put the baggie back in her purse and acted as if nothing had happened. She continued her story as I continued to drink the scotch.

The video ends.

“What the actual fuck?” I muttered, my brows furrowed as my body trembled.

Rachel drugged me that night; that’s why I got overly drunk after just one scotch. It wasn’t the alcohol; it was whatever Rachel drugged me with.

In the next video, Monty labeled: Call for help.