Whats She Overheard in Her Own Marriage novel Chapter 339

Those words hit her like a bucket of ice water, chilling her straight to the bone.

She stared at the man across the table. Unbelievably, he wore a smug, self–satisfied smirk.

“My mother says that if we’re going to take this any further, I need your Astrological birth chart. She wants to take it to a master to have it checked. If there really is a curse, we need to know so we can try to break it…”

“That’s enough!” Noelle shrieked, shooting up from her chair. Without missing a beat, she grabbed her glass of ice water and hurled it violently into Warren’s face. “Are you completely out of your mind? Weaponizing someone’s tragic past against them–is that what you call sincerity?”

Dripping wet and utterly shocked, Warren froze.

He hurriedly snatched a napkin, aggressively wiping the water from his eyes and face. “Ms. Lawrence! Use your words! What is wrong with you? Do you have violent tendencies on top of everything else?”

That was the final straw. Noelle crossed her arms, her gaze turning absolutely murderous. “Are you actually here for a date, Warren?”

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“Obviously! Why else would I waste my time here?” he snapped, his face thunderous.

“If you’re here to court me, then why are you calling me cursed and demanding to have my fortune read? What the hell do you think I am? I have never met a man who respects women less than you do.”

Warren’s expression shifted, slightly defensive. “I was just making conversation…”

“Conversation?” Noelle cut him off viciously. “You casually bring up the deaths of my father and my late husband, and you call that

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conversation? You’re a disgusting jerk.”

Noelle was trembling with volcanic rage. if she thought she could

physically overpower him, she would have slapped him across the face right then and there.

Growing up pampered in the Sanders household, she had never been subjected to this level of blatant humiliation.

How dare this crude, sleazy guy think he had the right to sit there and evaluate her worth?

“You want to marry me? You aren’t even remotely worthy.” Spitting the words like venom, Noelle snatched her designer bag and stormed out of the restaurant.

“Hey! Ms. Lawrence!” Warren called out, taking a few hurried steps after her.

Suffocating on her own fury, Noelle fled the restaurant. As the cool night

breeze hit her face.

A painful lump formed in her throat, and an overwhelming sense of suffocation gripped her chest.

It was the first time anyone had explicitly called her cursed. But beneath the anger, a sliver of genuine panic set in. What if these rumors spread? What if Finnian started believing them too?

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Back at The Sanders Estate, Josephine was just settling in to watch some television. Ava nervously stepped into the room after wrapping up a phone call. “Ma’am, the Warren family just called.”

Josephine murmured in acknowledgment. “And?”

Ava hesitated before speaking. “They said the date was a disaster. Miss Sanders allegedly threw a glass of water in Mr. Warren’s face and stormed out, leaving him humiliatingly stranded.”

Josephine’s expression hardened, her voice dropping to a dangerous

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register. “Hmph. What a temper. Throwing water in his face?

Ava didn’t dare respond. She had always known that Noelle’s sweet, agreeable persona was entirely fabricated. A girl raised with endless wealth and indulgence was bound to have a vicious streak.

After escaping the restaurant, Noelle didn’t return to her apartment. Instead, she checked into a luxury hotel and powered off her phone.

She was terrified of receiving a call from Josephine or Elaine. Her pride and dignity had just been violently shredded by a greasy, arrogant man.

She realized the brutal truth: even though she was a Sanders by association, gorgeous beyond measure, and held the executive power at Aethelstan Biopharma, to men like him, she was nothing more than an incubator. A vessel to be scrutinized, critiqued, and branded as cursed.