Whats She Overheard in Her Own Marriage novel Chapter 252

Leaning against the elevator wall, Finnian took a call from his mother, Elaine Sanders. She asked when he was coming to the hospital; Noelle had woken up and was crying inconsolably.

His voice ragged, Finnian told his mother to take good care of her, adding that he had business to handle and would drop by later if he had time.

But Finnian didn’t go back to the office. Instead, he reached out to his three closest friends and arranged to meet at their usual haunt to drink.

When he arrived, someone was already in the private booth. Julian Kendrick looked up at him, a fleeting look of complexity crossing his eyes,

This bar, The Alibi, was tucked away in a renovated old building in the east side’s arts district. It was discreet, catering only to regulars and insiders, complete with a backdoor and exclusive booths for patrons who valued their privacy.

Finnian wasn’t a frequent visitor, but the moment he stepped in, everyone recognized him.

Walking straight to the table, he grabbed a glass of whiskey and downed it in one agonizing gulp.

Julian raised an eyebrow. “What’s wrong? Bad mood today?”

Finnian ignored him. He leaned back against the sofa and closed his eyes, desperately needing a moment to breathe.

“Noelle got hurt again,” Julian remarked, staring at Finnian’s closed eyelids. “I went to see her. Ever since your brother Rafael passed, she’s had the worst luck. It’s almost as if someone is out to get her. Even as just a friend, I’ve been on edge.”

At the mention of someone being out to get her, Finnian’s eyes snapped open. He glared at Julian. “You’re overthinking it.”

Just then, Quentin and Chad pushed open the door. A waiter immediately followed with their preferred drinks. Quentin picked up a martini, noticing Finnian’s murderous expression. He swirled his glass. “Why the scary face? Who did you fight with? You look like you want to kill someone.”

Chad chuckled beside him. “Quentin, read the room. Haven’t you seen the news?” “Oh…” Quentin drew out the syllable, instantly understanding.

The news of Noelle falling while dancing and then dragging her injured body to a press conference had already spread through their circle.

The once–beloved heiress of the Sanders family was suddenly plagued by accidents, and it

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was the talk of the town.

Finnian shot both of them a nasty glare.

“Alright, alright. No more questions. No more talking. Today, we just drink,” Quentin quickly

acated,

innian grabbed another glass and took a heavy swallow.

The sharp, burning alcohol scorched his throat and pooled hotly in his stomach. But he didn’t stop, pouring glass after glass.

Julian watched him, the complicated look in his eyes deepening.

He poured himself half a glass and sipped it slowly, saying nothing.

Noticing the stifling atmosphere, Quentin decided a change of topic was in order. He leaned his head back, staring profoundly at the ceiling. “Tell me, what exactly is marriage? Some people draw strength from it, while others just get drained. Ugh, I don’t even know how to look at it anymore.”

Finnian cast a sideways glance at him but stayed silent.

Quentin let out a self–deprecating laugh. “Penelope and I have been separated for over a year. We went from constantly screaming at each other to not even having the energy to argue. She lives her life, I live mine. We don’t have kids. I figured if we stay separated for another year, we can just sign the papers and be done with it.”

Beside him, Julian sighed. “I still remember your wedding. You two were saying your vows and crying your eyes out. A grown man, wiping away tears. I thought you guys were locked in for life. It hasn‘

years, and you’re talking divorce.”

“Penelo

mes

he’s genuine and sweet. You brought this on yourself, man, Now you’re acting like a victim. Who else is there to blame?”

wardly. “I’m not blaming anyone. I’m just venting. Sometimes marriage love is fragile as hell. When it’s good, you can’t get enough of each one, they couldn’t care less if you lived or died. It’s exhausting.”

en it’s gone‘ pierced straight through Finnian’s chest like a jagged spike.

uthless coldness because the love was gone?

it happen? At what exact moment did she stop loving him?

she ever loved him at all?

d gained fame, wealth, and solid footing. Now that she had leverage, she just wanted nicable split.

ing Finnian look completely hollowed out, Chad couldn’t help but ask, “Finnian, what’s

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going on with you and Dr. Chavez? It seems like you two have drifted lately.”

Finnian gripped his glass, refusing to speak.

“A woman like Dr. Chavez is one in a million. There aren’t many women in tech who break out like she did, and to reach her level? She’s an absolute powerhouse. Calling her a goddess among mere mortals isn’t even an exaggeration.”

innian had always ad

d Kaia’s professional prowess.

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so highly, his grip on his glass tightened.

secretly referred to her as the ‘Goddess of Tech.’ She had no

ements had all happened at Aethelstan. Finnian had witnessed her entire

your point?” Finnian shot Chad a heavy, dark look, a clear warning laced in

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