The Lies Behind Her Marriage novel Chapter 218

What Noelle Discovered.

‘Hate her?’ Silas thought. ‘Did I really give her that impression? Wasn’t it simply a healthy academic competition? Besides, if anything, he had helped her many times. She just did not know it.’

“I didn’t hate you in—”

Before he could finish his sentence, Silas’s phone rang.

He was about to cancel the call, but he saw it was important.

“This is the agent,” he muttered.

Silas did help Noelle find an apartment.

Kind of.

The agent who was in charge of all his properties handled it.

“Mr. Vander, it’s all taken care of. Following your offer, the tenants are willing to move by Monday at the latest,” the agent said on the phone.

“Good,” Silas said.

After ending the call, Noelle asked, “You found an apartment for me?”

Silas nodded. “A very good one. It’s the Skyline Crest penthouse.”

“A penthouse?” Noelle reacted. She leaned back and frowned. “I can’t afford that. I’m going through a divorce.”

“It won’t cost you much,” Silas explained. “The owner of the penthouse simply wants someone to take care of the place while it’s being rented. The owner also wants a long-term tenant. It’s only a two-thousand-dollar rent with free water and electricity.”

Noelle looked stunned. “Two thousand dollars for a Skyline Crest penthouse?”

She whistled, knowing it was a great deal. A normal penthouse in that property would rent for eight thousand dollars.

“The penthouse won’t be available for viewing until Tuesday. You can inspect the place then and discuss the contract with the agent,” Silas suggested.

Silas put a hand on Noelle’s shoulder. “Trust me. It’s completely safe, and the agent is someone I trust. He deals with all my properties.”

“That’s great,” Noelle said, smiling. “I look forward to it.”

Then it was as if Noelle remembered something.

She appeared sad and hurt.

For seconds, she fell quiet.

“Um, I need to charge my phone,” she muttered.

Silas recalled how earlier, during the military camp tour, her phone had died. She had checked it many times, which meant she was waiting for a call.

‘Probably news about Brian or her son,’ Silas assumed.

“Are you good?” Noelle said, getting up. “I think I’m tired. I’ll go rest now.”

“You are not going to eat dinner?” Silas asked.

Noelle shook her head. “I’m too full.”

“Thanks for comforting me during the chopper ride, Silas,” she said, smiling. "Get some rest."

She picked up the ice pack and left his room.

True to what Noelle said, she didn’t join them for dinner. Silas and his parents did not eat much either. They simply had fruit shakes before heading to bed.

Then Silas put on a jacket and a pair of rubber shoes. After that, he left, heading first to the address Noelle had given him.

Half an hour later, Silas spotted Noelle’s car. It was parked on the side of the road with no one inside.

“Let’s go directly to Rexam Central Medical Institute,” Silas instructed Milo.

They headed that way, but only minutes later, he spotted a slender figure walking under the rain, fury written all over her face.

“Noelle,” Silas muttered. “Pull over!”

After Milo parked the car, Silas ran out after her.

He didn't care about the rain.

“Noelle! Noelle!”

When he walked up to her, Noelle’s eyes rounded. Her jaw clenched as she said, “Silas.”

She thrust the side of her fist into Silas’s chest, tears clearly streaming down her face. “Silas, they lied to me! Brian lied to me! They tricked me! He and Gwen have been using me all this time!”

“Let’s get in the car first,” Silas instructed.

"I want revenge! I want them to pay for everything they did to me!" she kept going.

"Help me, Silas! I'll do anything!"

"I need to find out exactly what happened to my baby!"

They stood in the street as rain poured relentlessly over them. Even when Milo arrived with an umbrella, it barely made a difference.

“Silas,” Noelle said. Her voice trembled, her whole body shaking. “Silas… Benson is not my son!”