What She Overheard in Her Own Marriage novel Chapter 504

Finnian handed her his pen. Kaia took it, looked down, and signed her name with swift precision. Then, she slid the form over to him, placing the pen on top.

Her movements were crisp and efficient, as if she were signing a standard business contract.

Finnian felt as though someone had carved a massive, jagged cross into his heart. He couldn't even describe the bitter taste in his mouth.

He glanced sideways at Kaia. Her oversized sunglasses concealed nearly half her face, hiding her eyes and masking her emotions. All he could see were her rosy lips pressed into a tight, emotionless line.

Finnian seemed to have run out of excuses. He leaned over and signed his name.

While the paperwork was being processed, Kaia sat in a nearby chair, waiting in silence.

Finnian walked over and sat down beside her. Everyone around them was staring because they were such a striking pair. The man was tall, strikingly handsome, young, and carried an air of extraordinary distinction. The woman boasted stunning curves and long hair as black and smooth as silk, tied back simply but exuding an elegant, untouchable grace.

If a couple this perfect couldn't find even a shred of happiness in marriage, what hope was there for ordinary people?

Kaia remained silent, waiting without a single word.

Finnian turned his face toward her, hesitating as if he wanted to speak, but ultimately saying nothing.

The clerk handed over the stamped booklets. "Your certificates are ready."

Kaia quickly stood up, took the one belonging to her, and slipped it into her folder. Finnian reached out for his copy and followed her out of the lobby.

The sunlight in the hallway felt even warmer, but neither of them spoke. Kaia walked briskly, as if she had urgent business to attend to. Finnian lagged a half-step behind, his long legs feeling strangely rigid.

Halfway down the steps outside, Kaia pulled out the green certificate, opened it, glanced at it, and put it back.

The sun cast Kaia's shadow long against the pavement before she disappeared around the corner of the parking lot.

She never once looked back.

Finnian lowered his eyes, his grip tightening around the divorce certificate until it was nearly crushed in his hand.

He remembered the day they walked out after getting their marriage license seven years ago. She had tentatively reached out to link her arm through his. When he stopped to look at her, she quickly let go, but her eyes were shining as she looked up at him and asked, "We're married now. Can we build a good life together?"

Finnian's answer had been a single word: "Yes."

He had said it casually back then. Looking back now, he realized just how careless he had been.