Whats She Overheard in Her Own Marriage novel Chapter 338

Chapter 338

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Warren kept talking. “I’m divorced, you’re a widow. Honestly, we’re a perfect match. Don’t you think?”

The word ‘widow’ made Noelle’s eyes flash with pure ice.

“Mr. Warren, are we on a date, or are we haggling at a meat market? You’ve apparently investigated every inch of my life, yet I know absolutely nothing about you.” Noelle was exceptional at playing the victim, but when someone genuinely crossed her, the mask slipped fast. Warren picked up his wine glass, took a measured sip, and adjusted his posture into something more serious. “Didn’t my aunt fill you in? I own three manufacturing companies. I have a six-year-old daughter. I’m a practical man, so I might not understand all the trendy things modern women like, but rest assured, I’m exactly the kind of man you want to settle down with.”

“Tell me about your ex-wife,” Noelle demanded, already utterly repulsed by him.

“She was a good woman, but just too headstrong. We didn’t see eye to eye on much, so we couldn’t make it work. Obviously, there were faults on both sides.”

Noelle let out a dry, condescending laugh. “Since you recognize your flaws, have you ever considered fixing them?”

“Fix them? My personality is fine just the way it is. Why would I change?” Warren threw his hands up, oozing arrogance. “Look, don’t worry. I don’t care about your past. Everyone’s got a little baggage. It’s perfectly normal.”

Bringing up her widowhood again?

Noelle gripped her silverware so tightly her knuckles turned white.

She took a slow, deep breath, set her knife and fork down, and stared

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daggers at him. “Do you have anything else you’d like to say, Mr. Warren? Or perhaps something you’d like to ask?”

Warren adjusted his glasses, a calculating gleam in his eye. “What I want to say is that once we’re married, you need to give me a son. It’s a non-negotiable for my mother. I only have a daughter right now, and she obviously can’t inherit the family business. I need a boy to-”

“You can’t guarantee gender. Isn’t that a rather ridiculous demand?” Noelle’s face turned stormy. In the blink of an eye, she had been reduced to nothing more than an incubator.

“Ms. Lawrence, my mother mentioned that you were married to the eldest Sanders heir for six years and never produced a child. Are you… is there something physically wrong with you? Is that why you’re so defensive about having a son?” Warren pressed, a look of blatant suspicion on his face.

Noelle’s breath hitched. Her face flushed hot with absolute fury. She glared at him with a lethal, hollow smile. “I chose not to have children. There is nothing wrong with my body. Your mother certainly loves her gossip, soaking up ridiculous rumors.”

Offended by the jab at his mother, Warren’s expression darkened. “My mother also pointed out that your father died in a car crash when you were nine, and then Rafael died young too. She’s a bit concerned you might carry the Black Widow curse.”

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A loud ringing filled Noelle’s ears. The blood plummeted from her face.

The Black Widow curse?