What She Overheard in Her Own Marriage novel Chapter 256

Clutching a fresh box of watercolor markers, Brynlee shook her head. "Nope! Mommy is moving into a new house. She has to live in an apartment near her company for work."

Simon's eyes flickered with surprise. He looked up at the woman standing at the checkout counter. Was she moving out of the Sanders estate?

"Is that right?" Simon smiled softly, not pressing the child for more details, but internally, the information rang like a massive alarm bell.

At 5:30 PM, the two little girls reluctantly parted ways at the mall entrance.

"See you tomorrow, Brynlee!" Anna waved her small hand.

"Bye, Anna! I'll miss you!" Brynlee waved back.

Simon looked over his shoulder at Kaia. "Let's do this again sometime."

Kaia nodded, averting her eyes as she took her daughter's hand and headed for her car.

In a secluded corner of the mall, an unremarkable man wearing a cap and a mask lowered his camera.

He scrolled through the playback, selected several high-definition shots, and hit send.

In a high-end residential complex in the heart of the city, Finnian woke up from his afternoon nap in his private Skyline Penthouse. Outside, the sky was a dull, hazy grey. Watching the distant city lights flicker on, an inexplicable sense of emptiness washed over him.

Just then, Dexter knocked on the door.

Finnian opened it. Dexter studied his face. "How are you feeling, Mr. Sanders? Dr. Collins is here."

Finnian pinched the bridge of his nose. The sleep had actually done him some good. He gave a low grunt of acknowledgment.

"I'll change and head down," Finnian said, moving to shut the door.

But Dexter quickly interjected, "Mr. Sanders, about the assignment you gave me. I got some results today, but..."

Finnian's sharp brows pulled together. Dexter's hesitant expression piqued his interest. "Spit it out."

A cold sweat broke out across Dexter's back. He hurriedly pulled out his phone, opening a chat window loaded with fresh photos.

Finnian snatched the phone and started scrolling. When the first photo loaded, he genuinely thought his eyes were playing tricks on him.

Then came the second, the third, the fourth...

His jaw locked tight as he scrolled all the way to the final image.

He had originally ordered Dexter to have someone monitor Simon Quinn's recent interactions with women.

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