Whats She Overheard in Her Own Marriage novel Chapter 228

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“So.” Finnian’s voice turned raspy. “You just couldn’t wait to start meeting new people, is that it? Who else is there besides Jackson? Why don’t you introduce them to me? I can vet them for you.”

Kaia could tell he was lashing out in anger. She offered a slight smile. “Your taste isn’t exactly great, so I won’t trouble you with that.”

“My taste isn’t good enough? Seven years ago, I chose you.” Finnian grabbed onto her words, offering a sharp smile in return.

Kaia froze, as if a raw nerve had been struck. She stood up immediately. “I’m sorry, I’m not in the mood tonight. We’ll discuss the divorce when we get back home.”

“Kaia!”

Just as she was about to leave, Finnian stood up and grabbed her arm. “Brynlee has to be at least seven years old before she can have her surgery. She’s only five. Are you really in that much of a rush?” Finnian asked, his displeasure evident.

Kaia took a deep breath and said, “You’re just going to drag it out anyway. I’m just letting you know my intentions early. I wouldn’t call it a rush.”

“Since we still have two years, let’s shelve this agreement for now, alright?” Finnian stared at her tense profile, his voice dropping a fraction. “We might not be the best parents, but… Brynlee needs us.”

“Finnian, I just hope you realize what role you’re playing in all this. You don’t need to remind me of my responsibilities.” With that, Kaia yanked her arm free and strode away.

Finnian watched her retreating figure, his brow furrowed deeply.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and sat down in the seat Kaia had just vacated. Staring at the coffee she had only taken a few sips from, Finnian reached out and picked it up.

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The image of Kaia’s overly intimate interaction with Jackson earlier clawed at Finnian’s chest, plucking a chaotic string he couldn’t ignore.

Perhaps it was time he truly got to know his wife.

What kind of past did she have? Who had she met during her teenage years?

What roles did those people play in the trajectory of her life? Finnian felt an inexplicable, overwhelming urge to find out.

He had never thought he would waste his precious time investigating something like this.

But today, tangled in a mess of unfamiliar emotions, Finnian pulled out his phone and dialed Dexter.

“Get me the most detailed background report you can on Kaia’s youth. Everyone she knew, everything she did,” Finnian ordered, his voice laced with a chill.

Dexter was taken aback for a moment before replying, “Mr. Sanders, I already ran that investigation two years ago… at your request. I left the file on your desk. Did you not read it?”

Finnian frowned sharply. He had investigated this two years ago?

He hadn’t cared about the results back then, so the file had likely been shredded along with other unimportant documents.

“Is that so? Do you still have a copy of the original file?” Finnian asked.

“I’ll need to have my assistant pull the records from the office back home. It might take a little time,” Dexter replied quickly.

“Get it to me as soon as possible.” With that, Finnian hung up the phone.

He leaned back in his chair, sipping the warm coffee. A short distance outside the cafe, several bodyguards stood watch, keeping a vigilant eye on the passing crowd.

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Noelle turned around from her conversation only to realize Finnian was nowhere to be found. Her heart inexplicably sank, and she immediately began searching for him.

After asking a few staff members, she found out Finnian had left the banquet hall.

Noelle guessed he must have gone looking for Kaia. She asked which floor the restaurants and cafes were on and headed straight there. She had no real leads until she spotted Finnian’s personal bodyguards standing in the corridor. She stopped in her tracks.

Smoothing her hair and adjusting her neckline, she walked elegantly toward them.

Through the glass window, Noelle saw Finnian sitting at a table drinking coffee. Across from him sat another cup.

Had he asked Kaia here to chat?

Noelle walked in. Finnian seemed so lost in thought that he didn’t even notice her standing next to him.

“Finnian, did you ask Kaia to come have a coffee with you?” Noelle asked softly.

Finnian finally snapped out of his daze and looked at her. “Yeah. How did you find me?”

Noelle quickly sat down, eyeing the half-empty cup on the table. “Is this the one Kaia was drinking? I had a little wine earlier, I’d love an

Americano to clear my palate.”

Finnian paused, then gestured for a waiter and ordered a fresh

Americano.

Noelle’s hand, which had been reaching for the cup, froze instantly. “That’s Kaia’s friend’s coffee. Let them clear it away.” Noelle’s chest tightened. Her beautiful eyes darted down, locking onto the warm latte in

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Finnian’s hand.

She remembered clearly that Kaia only drank lattes, and only hot ones.

Finnian was sitting here drinking Kaia’s leftovers?

t realization sent an intense, suffocating wave of discomfort crashing ough Noelle’s heart. She lowered her eyes, secretly clenching her fists. hy wasn’t Finnian disgusted?

ack in the day, the only person’s leftovers Finnian would ever touch were hers.