What She Overheard in Her Own Marriage novel Chapter 218

"Alright," Finnian nodded.

Noelle walked downstairs, her steps feeling incredibly heavy. This house was no longer a place she could just casually drop in on. Her license plate had been wiped from the system—Kaia had definitely done that.

She was Noelle Lawrence. And yet, she didn't even have the freedom to drive through the front gates of the Sanders estate. How petty could Kaia possibly be?

Finnian stood in the hallway, leaning against the wall, waiting for Kaia to come out.

When Kaia finally emerged carrying her files, he stared at her. "Are you misunderstanding something again?"

Kaia walked right past him, her voice perfectly flat. "What is there to misunderstand? I don't care what you two do."

With that, she took off down the stairs.

Finnian stood completely paralyzed.

"Kaia, is this really necessary? She's family," he snapped, a sudden wave of irritation washing over him. Her sheer indifference infuriated him.

Down in the dining room, Layla handed Kaia her packed toast along with a warm cup of soy milk for the road.

Kaia glanced back up at the man descending the stairs. Finnian was actually mad.

"I'm fine. Oh, by the way, I left a document on the desk in your bedroom. Take a look when you have a minute and let me know."

Without another word, Kaia turned and walked out the door.

Witnessing the exchange, Layla's bad feeling solidified into pure dread.

Mrs. Sanders's attitude... Did she already know everything?

Finnian stood in the dining room, looking through the glass windows as the silver Mercedes disappeared down the driveway.

Then, he turned and marched heavily back up the stairs.

Pushing open the door to his bedroom, he immediately noticed a manila folder sitting on the desk.

He picked it up, unwound the string, and slid the paperwork out.

On the very first page, in stark black and white, was a bolded title: Divorce Agreement Draft.

Finnian's eyes went dark, his fingers instinctively tightening around the paper.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, staring daggers at the words, as if trying to burn a hole through the paper and read whatever ulterior motive Kaia was hiding.

Quinn Finch & Associates. Finnian pulled out his phone and immediately searched for the attorney's name.

Almost all of Finch's landmark cases were high-net-worth divorce settlements.

Kaia certainly knew how to pick them. It seemed she was dead set on this.

She had told him recently that she was preparing for a divorce. It hadn't just been an angry threat—she was actually executing it.

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