Whats She Overheard in Her Own Marriage novel Chapter 343

Kaia shot Finnian an icy glare. This man really had no shame in making empty promises.

“Right,” Finnian managed to say, nodding stiffly at his daughter.

Kaia rolled her eyes in absolute disgust and brushed past him into the hallway.

Finnian pulled the door shut and matched her brisk pace toward the

elevators.

The moment the doors slid closed, isolating them, the anger he had been suppressing flared to life. He stared at her, his expression a tight mask of Fury.

Kaia simply leaned against the mirrored wall, keeping her eyes fixed on the floor, ignoring him completely.

Seeing that she had no intention of explaining herself, Finnian lowered his voice, each word dripping with venom. “Don’t you think you crossed a line today?”

Kaia looked up, her gaze perfectly calm. “What are you talking about? What line?”

The elevator chimed and the doors opened. Kaia stepped out, walking purposefully toward the hotel’s secluded garden. Finnian shadowed her every step.

“Your little display with Simon Quinn at the gallery. Did you even bother to think about the consequences if someone took a picture of you two?”

Kaia stopped dead in her tracks and spun around. “What is so inappropriate about looking at art with a friend? And what exactly are these supposed consequences?”

“Kaia!” Finnian snapped, thrown off by her newly sharpened edge. She

used to retreat into silence during their fights; now, she was actively fighting back.

“You are still my wife. You are still the daughter–in–law of The Sanders Family. You tell me what the consequences are.”

Kaia turned away, taking a seat on a nearby wrought–iron bench. She crossed her arms defensively. “I don’t know. Why don’t you spell it out for

me?”

Finnian gritted his teeth, knowing she was deliberately baiting him.

‘If the press catches wind that Mrs. Sanders is sneaking around with a diplomat in Switzerland, do you think it will sound good? It will be a PR nightmare for the family, for the company, and even for Simon.”

Kaia let out a dry, mocking laugh. “Finnian, your threats mean nothing to me anymore. I told you, my social life is my business. That was the deal. Stop trying to act like a controlling dictator.”

Finnian’s brow furrowed. She was completely impervious to his warnings. ‘I’m not threatening you. I’m telling you to have some damn boundaries.”

Kaia glared at him. “Fine. Then tell me exactly what scandalous thing Simon and I did today. Do you have any proof of us crossing a line?”

Finnian’s lips pressed into a thin line. He had nothing to say.

Kaia continued, “We went to a public gallery. With my friend Celine. You call that sneaking around?”

Finnian’s face darkened, furious at her flawless logic.

“I spent one afternoon enjoying myself, and I come back to a forceful interrogation,” Kaia said, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and liberation. “You accuse me of failing as a wife, but what about you? You only care about your fragile ego and your reputation. Even Brynlee asked if I had a good time today. All you did was condemn me.”

Finnian stood paralyzed. He couldn’t process how she had turned the argument around so effortlessly.

“For seven years, tobsessed over the consequences of every move I made. I worried about how it would affect our child, your family, and the company’s expectations.

Kaia let out a bitter, self–deprecating laugh. “But we are getting a divorce. I don’t need to care about your reputation anymore.”

“And as for the consequences of my actions–whatever they are, I’ll face them myself.”

Without another word, Kaia stood up and walked back toward the lobby.

Finnian felt as though he had been nailed to the floor. The anger still burned in his chest, but it was quickly overshadowed by a terrifying sense of losing control.

Kaia was no longer a pawn he could manage. She was walking her own path to freedom

He looked up at the cold Swiss moon hanging in the night sky.

A few yards away, Dexter watched his boss stand frozen in the darkness. He didn’t dare approach. When Kaia had stormed past him earlier, she looked so triumphant and unburdened that Dexter suspected the impossible: Finnian had actually lost the argument.

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Kaia truly was a force to be reckoned with. Very few people ever managed to out–argue Mr. Sanders.

“Find Simon Quinn’s phone number,” Finnian ordered suddenly, gesturing for his assistant.

Dexter quickly scrolled through his digital contacts. “Here is his number, sir.”

Finnian pulled out his phone and dialed immediately.

“Hello?”

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“It’s Finnian Sanders.”

There was a heavy pause on the line. “Mr. Sanders. It’s late. What can I do for you?”

‘Are you aware that she is still legally married to me?”

Another pause. “Yes. I am.”

‘Since you know she has a husband, did you bother to consider the damage you could do to her reputation by parading her around today?”

Faced with Finnian’s aggressive interrogation, Simon did feel a twinge of Juilt.

His own mother had warned him to tread carefully. Until the divorce was inal, he needed to protect Kaia’s honor.

For a woman in her position, reputation was everything.