Whats She Overheard in Her Own Marriage novel Chapter 358

of him. A wave of inexplicable frustration washed over him, but he quickly suppressed it and finally spoke.

“Noelle, my wife is Kaia. I don’t know exactly what it is you want, but whatever it is, I can’t give it to you. That day at my brother’s memorial… I pretended I didn’t hear a word you said. You apologized afterward, saying you were terrified and just spouting nonsense. I know you were just panicking and lost your mind for a moment…

Finnian stood up and walked over to the floor–to–ceiling windows. As he looked down at the sprawling city below, his voice dropped, carrying a chilling detachment.

Noelle felt as though she had been nailed to the floor. Her body grew mpossibly heavy, and she couldn’t summon the strength to stand. She stared blankly at his broad back, feeling her soul shatter in two. Finnian had seen through her intentions all along. He had never given her a direct ejection before, but today, he made it explicitly clear: Kaia was his wife, and Noelle was nothing but a delusion.

‘I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Finnian.” Panic seized her, and a sudden burst of frantic energy pulled her to her feet. She lunged forward, throwing her arms tightly around his waist from behind. Pressing her cheek against his dress shirt, she pleaded, “I’m sorry for making things so difficult for you. Finnian, did I misbehave? Am I not being good?”

Finnian stiffened the moment she hugged him. A second later, he grabbed her hands, pried them off his stomach, and turned to face her “Noelle, stop using that subservient, pleading tone. You’re an

independent adult. You don’t need to beg for anyone’s approval, and you certainly don’t need to ask anyone if you’re ‘being good.”

Noelle froze, tears still clinging to her cheeks. She stood there for a long time, utterly failing to grasp the true meaning behind his words.

Just then, the landline on Finnian’s desk rang. It was an important call.

He answered it briefly, then turned back to Noelle. “Go home and rest.”

A bone–deep chitt settled over her. She turned and walked out the door. It felt as though a fundamental truth she had always relied on had just been brutally torn away, leaving her lost and disoriented.

Stepping out of the corporate tower, the night wind hit her face, and Noelle instinctively wrapped her arms around herself, shivering.

So, that was the ultimate test. Even if Finnian didn’t love Kaia, he still acknowledged her as his one and only wife?

And now, he had made his choice. He was standing by his wife and handing Noelle off to someone else?

Noelle made it back to her apartment in a daze. Seeing her deathly pale ace and stumbling steps, Martha, the housekeeper, hurried over to catch

ner.

Miss Noelle, has work been that demanding lately? Every time you come home, you look absolutely drained,” Martha asked with deep concern.

Yeah.” Noelle was busy, but not just with work. The exhaustion gripping her now was entirely emotional. Her heart was bruised and battered.

Martha, let me ask you something. Who do you think Finnian truly loves?” Noelle grabbed the housekeeper’s arm, desperately seeking validation.

Martha had received plenty of generous bonuses from Noelle, so her oyalty was unquestionable. Plus, she genuinely thought Noelle was wonderful–generous, gentle, and softly spoken. How could anyone not love a woman like her?

“Miss Noelle, did something happen?” Martha had sharp eyes and immediately noticed Noelle’s red, swollen eyes. For a strong, capable woman to cry, it had to be over a man.

“Finnian… he wants to set me up with someone. He wants to marry me

off.” Noelle buried her face in her hands, her voice thick with misery.

“What? How could he do that?” Martha gasped. How could Mr. Sanders bear to push her away?

“That’s exactly what’s happening. Grandmother pressured him, and he was forced to make this decision. But I just can’t wrap my head around it. He used to protect me and spoil me so much. Why would he force me to marry someone else? Isn’t he afraid I’ll end up with the wrong man?” Noelle had dragged herself deep into a vortex of delusion. She was absolutely convinced that Finnian didn’t want to let her go, but was simply backed into a corner, sacrificing her for the sake of the Sanders ‘amily’s reputation.

Exactly! We all saw how he treated you. Mr. Sanders would rather get hurt himself than let a scratch fall on you. Saying you were the apple of his eye is an understatement!” Martha was sharp enough to realize Noelle needed comforting, so she fed her exactly what she wanted to

near.

The apple of his eye? Me? Was I really?” Noelle pressed her fingers to

er temples, suddenly drowning in doubt.

Of course you were! But after Mr. Sanders had Brynlee, maybe he just shifted most of his attention to the kid. Men are like that. They always >ay extra attention to their own flesh and blood.” Martha wasn’t