Whats She Overheard in Her Own Marriage novel Chapter 420

Chapter 420

Chapter 420

Someone at the dinner sneakily snapped a photo and posted it to a private social media circle, just wanting to show off. However, it didn’t take long for the image to find its way to Noelle’s phone.

It was already past eleven. Noelle had just returned to her apartment and showered. Sitting on her bed with damp hair, she saw her screen light up with a screenshot sent by a female acquaintance.

Noelle stared at the photo for a long time. In the dimly lit private dining room, Finnian sat impeccably in the seat of honor. Beside him, a stunning woman in a black gown was holding a wine glass, leaning in with a radiant smile as she spoke to him. Finnian appeared to be listening intently. To Noelle, any woman hovering around Finnian was a vulture circling her territory, a blatant provocation-especially a young, beautiful one.

Noelle zoomed in on the picture until she clearly recognized the woman’s features. It was the heiress of The Holt Group, Linnea Holt, a

twenty-five-year-old who had recently stepped into a high-level executive role in her family’s empire.

Noelle’s fingers turned white as she gripped her phone. The internet was currently exploding with rumors of Finnian’s divorce, and The Holt Group was clearly wasting no time capitalizing on the chaos, eagerly shoving their daughter directly into Finnian’s line of sight.

Noelle narrowed her eyes. She hadn’t orchestrated all this chaos just to lay the groundwork for someone else’s victory. Linnea Holt wasn’t going to swoop in and steal the prize she had worked so hard for.

Noelle already had the contact information for the socialite who had posted the photo. She immediately opened their chat and fired off a message: “Miss Lee, Mr. Sanders is a married man. His private affairs are not for you to parade around online. I’d appreciate it if you deleted that photo immediately.”

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The moment she hit send, her fingers curled into a tight fist. She suddenly realized how incredibly foolish she had just been. She had absolutely no right to police Einnian’s life. If Kaia had sent that message, it would have been an assertion of her rightful place. But Noelle… Noelle lacked the legal and moral standing to play the territorial wife.

A flash of pure agony crossed Noelle’s face. She tossed her phone aside and buried her face in her pillow. Josephine had ruthlessly laid all the cards on the table, dragging the subtle, unspoken tension between her and Finnian into the harsh light of day. And Finnian had firmly drawn the

line.

Knowing Finnian’s personality, the moment he realized he was being lured down a treacherous path, he would immediately slam on the brakes, reflect, and aggressively correct his course.

Noelle’s original master plan had been to slowly back him into a corner, trapping him so flawlessly that, under the crushing weight of public and family pressure, he would have no choice but to take responsibility for

her.

But now, it was all ruined. The matriarch’s brutal intervention had

shattered the illusion, rendering all of Noelle’s careful calculations and manipulative schemes entirely useless.

Panicking as the reality set in, Noelle grabbed her phone, frantically trying to unsend the message.

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But the time limit had passed. It was too late.

On the other end of the city, the woman who had originally posted the photo was a prominent socialite named Cheryl Chan. She had attended the dinner as a powerful executive’s plus-one. She had only made the post visible to a select few in her inner circle, purely to brag about rubbing shoulders with billionaires.

When the aggressive warning lit up her screen, Cheryl frowned, a spike of anxiety hitting her chest. She quickly clicked on the sender’s profile to

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investigate. Seeing a feed flooded with promotional material and insider updates for Aethelstan, Cheryl’s heart dropped. She instantly assumed she was being reprimanded by the CEO’s actual wife, Kaia Chavez.

Terrified of the fallout, Cheryl immediately changed the photo’s privacy settings and hastily typed out a groveling reply. “Mrs. Sanders, I am so incredibly sorry. I had no intention of causing any trouble. I’ve already deleted the post.”

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