Whats She Overheard in Her Own Marriage novel Chapter 348

Chapter 348

In that blurry, undefined space between duty and desire, Finnian realized he had spent eighteen years actively avoiding boundaries.

His grandmother’s brutal summary echoed in his mind.

He never gave Noelle hope, but he never cut her off either.

Eighteen years of constant care and attention had woven a suffocating net, trapping both of them inside. And Kaia–an innocent, brilliant woman who had simply walked into the crossfire–had been neglected precisely because her self–sufficiency allowed him to forget she was a wife who needed to be cherished.

‘Grandma…” Finnian whispered, his voice thick with realization. He bowed his head. “I’m sorry. I was wrong. But please, don’t force her into anything else. I promise you… I will establish a firm boundary.”

Josephine stared him down.

‘Is that right? I don’t trust a single word that comes out of a man’s mouth. I’ve been lied to enough times in my life,” she scoffed, though her tone softened slightly. “But I am the matriarch of this family, and it is my job to make sure you don’t destroy yourself or the Sanders legacy. Even if you nate me for interfering, I will force you to do the right thing.”

Despite the exhaustion settling into his bones, Finnian pushed off the wall and pulled his grandmother into a gentle hug. “I know you’re looking out for me, Grandma. You’ve always spoiled me. I’ll listen to you.”

“Get off me, you brat. You say you’re sorry, but you never actually change Josephine grumbled, weakly swatting his arm. She stepped back, her expression turning strictly business. “If you want Noelle to remain a part of The Sanders Family, you have to agree to one condition. You will personally find her an exceptional husband. Once you marry her off properly, she can keep her executive position at Aethelstan Biopharma, and I will leave her alone.”

Chapter 348

Finnian frowned. “Me? You want me to find her a match?”

“What? Are you still too attached to let her go? Wake up, Finnian!” Josephine barked, irritated by his hesitation.

“No, that’s not it,” Finnian ran a hand through his hair, his frustration mounting. But the source of his anxiety was no longer Noelle. It was Kaia, miles away in France.

He had no idea what she was doing. Was she on a romantic dinner date with Simon? Were they sleeping together? The private investigator Dexter had hired had completely lost her trail, and she was sending all of Finnian’s calls straight to voicemail.

Between the corporate disaster and his grandmother’s brutal reality check, a cold sweat broke out across Finnian’s back.

‘I’ll handle it, Grandma. I promise,” Finnian finally said, turning to leave.

Downstairs, Noelle was still sobbing quietly onto Elaine’s shoulder, ooking completely displaced. Though Elaine hadn’t heard the exact words, seeing Noelle this devastated proved Josephine had been

‘uthless.

Needing air, Finnian stepped out onto the sprawling balcony and lit a cigarette. He leaned against the stone railing, blowing a long stream of smoke into the cool night air.

‘Finnian…” a soft voice called out from behind him.

Noelle had noticed he hadn’t come back inside and followed him out.

Finnian turned, the cigarette clamped between his fingers, his predatory gaze settling on her.