Whats She Overheard in Her Own Marriage novel Chapter 149

Chapter 149

Shock and disbelief crashed over Finnian’s face.

The air in the room seemed to freeze instantly.

“Are you delirious from the fever?” After a stunned, hollow silence, Finnian stared hard at her, desperately searching her face for signs that the

sickness had stripped away her sanity.

“No.” Kaia looked up, meeting his eyes with dead calm. “I am perfectly lucid. I know exactly what I’m saying.”

Finnian’s breathing hitched, growing slightly more erratic. He pressed his thin lips together in the dark, remaining silent, but his chest heaved with suppressed emotion.

Kaia stared into the empty darkness, her voice laced with mockery and profound sorrow. “We tried. We can be business partners, colleagues, comrades in the trenches, even friends who share a living space. But we are not a married couple. This marriage started as a business venture anyway. The only thing proving we were ever truly married is the surprise arrival of Brynlee.”

Finnian’s breath visibly hitched.

Kaia lowered her gaze, letting out a self–deprecating laugh. “Partners operate on mutual interests and contracts. Comrades share a goal and professional trust. Over these seven years, we’ve been incredible soldiers for each other, transforming Aethelstan Biopharma from a nameless startup into an industry titan.”

She tilted her head, looking at him as if analyzing a failed corporate merger. “But a husband and wife? Finnian, what does a marriage actually need? Have you ever even thought about it?”

The color drained from Finnian’s face, leaving him pale, then ashen. His lips parted, but he couldn’t form a single word.

didn’t expectdut him to grasp the concept anyway. Wheneverver it came to est, he failedled miserably.

iage is thethe complete, vulnerable handover of emotiortions. It’s absolute tism and nd being cherished above all else. It’s makinginig the other

n thetae absolute priority in your life. It’s sharing thetge good and the bad, gichibhildren together, and growing old hand–in–handanda Maybe… maybe aves vecthought about it,” Kaia said, the disappointrmement in her eyes isging. But the sorrow quickly vanished into flatfiatifidifference. “But you arcan’t do it. Whatever. Let’s skip the philosophy HyThese seven years of

argiage…”

aia, when you’re sick, you are in no condition to to make decisions. You’re thinking rationally,” Finnian cut in after a hecheavy silence. He looked at and added, “I’m going upstairs to sleep impBnyBrynlee’s room. You’re sick, you shouldn’t be near her. Her immune sessystem is weak, and we don’t nt her catching it.”

th that, Finnian turned and walked sidesitently up the stairs without another

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start drawing up the divorce papersers immediately…” Kaia’s voice wasn’t d, but it was clear enough for thetheaman on the stairs to hear.

nian froze mid–step on the stastaircase, looking down at the woman led up on the couch.ch

e soft glow of the light wraprapped around her. Sick and pale, she looked gile, yet her words remainaihed as fiercely stubborn as ever.

thout a word, Finnian restesumed his heavy, measured steps to the cond floor.

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ever brokenko and she sweated through her clothes, she dried off, o a guest roomoom, and pulled the covers over her head.

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felt significantly better.

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Chapter 149

concerned eyes. “Mom, why are you sick? Did I steal all your blankets in the night and make you freeze?”

Kaia softened. “No, sweetie. Mom just wasn’t careful and got a little

chilled.”

Finnian turned to look at her, his gaze much deeper and darker than

usual.

She was wearing a cream–colored coat, her hair pinned up. Her already fair skin looked a shade paler, giving her an undeniable aura of post–illness fragility.