What She Overheard in Her Own Marriage novel Chapter 293

After giving herself to him, Kaia thought their relationship would naturally warm up. Every romance novel she had read claimed the honeymoon phase was sweet and inseparable. But Finnian was incredibly restrained. There was no honeymoon indulgence. He told her that intimacy required the right mood and emotion, so they couldn't do it every day.

Kaia, being completely inexperienced, hadn't known any better. All she knew was that Finnian's performance in bed was adequate.

When she got pregnant, she suffered from severe morning sickness right as her career demanded more of her time. Finnian would call precisely at noon every day to check on her, then have Dexter deliver supplements and gourmet meals. His calls were filled with routine concern, like a programmed robot—pure duty, devoid of love.

For seven years, he did everything a husband was supposed to do.

But Kaia could always feel that something was missing.

She used to make excuses for him, convincing herself that a man like him was just emotionally detached and bad at expressing himself. She believed he hid his love deep down, showing it only through actions.

She had foolishly created countless justifications to accept that this was simply who he was.

Until that day she overheard his conversation with Noelle on the third floor.

After the eldest Sanders son passed away, Noelle became a widow. She played the part of a lonely, grieving victim who needed constant care, comfort, and attention.

It was then Kaia finally saw the truth. Finnian wasn't some cold, detached man. His care for Noelle was genuine, a tenderness he couldn't even try to hide.

She had even witnessed his cautious, protective nature around her—a palpable anxiety that Noelle might get hurt.

Kaia pinched the bridge of her nose, letting out a self-deprecating laugh. It seemed that whenever Noelle needed him, he was always there.

Staring at the ceiling for too long made her eyes sting. She simply closed them.

There was no such thing as being emotionally detached or bad with words. They were just excuses for a lack of love.

With someone else, everything was completely different.

She had never dared to think too deeply about these things before, terrified that the answer would destroy her.

Now, seven years of her youth, a child, and countless days of devotion—if it was all built on a foundation of lovelessness, then she was nothing but an extra in his life.

The next morning, the door to the ward was gently pushed open, immediately jolting Kaia awake.

She looked toward the entrance to see Silas Sanders standing there, holding an insulated lunchbox. "Kaia."

Silas walked in, glancing back into the hallway. "Assistant Dexter is outside. Where's Finnian?"

Kaia propped herself up. Because she hadn't slept well and her wound was throbbing, her complexion was awfully pale.

"He left last night. I don't know where he went," she answered flatly.

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