What She Overheard in Her Own Marriage novel Chapter 98

Noelle turned and walked toward her friends, but internally, she was furious. Tonight was supposed to be her night. Kaia showing up uninvited had completely ruined her moment.

Her very presence was a thorn in Noelle's side. Regardless of whether Kaia was standing next to Finnian or not, everyone in the room still viewed her as the rightful, undisputed Mrs. Sanders.

Miles had naturally noticed Finnian and Noelle arrive, and he hadn't missed the undeniable intimacy between them.

He turned his head to look at Kaia. His deep gaze studied her face for a few seconds. She looked perfectly composed, but the fleeting flash of sadness in her eyes hadn't escaped his notice.

Miles glanced back at Finnian, a nearly imperceptible sneer tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Kaia's clutch buzzed with an incoming message.

Feeling a little thirsty, she grabbed a glass of lemon water and turned to Miles. "I'm going to sit down for a minute. You guys keep talking."

Watching her somewhat lonely figure walk away, Miles almost followed her, but he stopped himself. He knew that when people were hurting, they usually preferred to be alone.

Taking a seat on a plush sofa, Kaia pulled out her phone. The text was from Silas. It just said "3" with a video attached.

Her heart inexplicably sank, but her finger tapped play before she could stop herself.

The footage was shaky at first before coming into focus. The background looked like a high school auditorium.

The stage was beautifully decorated, bathed in warm lighting.

Under a spotlight, a young girl in a white ballet tutu was twirling and leaping across the stage. She moved like a graceful swan, every frame capturing her pure, vibrant energy.

Even through the grainy resolution of the old video, Kaia instantly recognized the teenage Noelle. She had an innocent, youthful smile that had long since faded.

Kaia looked up from her phone and spotted the real Noelle across the room, covering her mouth as she laughed, radiating polished sophistication and deep-seated ambition.

Kaia looked back down. The camera panned to the front row of the audience.

Two young men sat side-by-side in casual clothes, their eyes glued to the stage, occasionally leaning in to whisper to each other with appreciative smiles.

It was the Sanders brothers. On the left was the gentle, warm Rafael. On the right was Finnian, exuding the brash, arrogant confidence of a teenager.

As the dance ended, the breathless girl on stage gave a deep, elegant bow.

The crowd erupted into applause. Rafael was the first on his feet. Holding a massive bouquet of flowers, he strode up onto the stage and handed them to Noelle.

Noelle beamed, looking at him with absolute adoration as she took the flowers.

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