I Was His Wife, Then His Widow, Then No One's But My Own novel Chapter 295

For a split second, Nora truly wanted to rip the mask off Finnegan's face and burn everything to the ground. But the thought of her upcoming seminar—and how much she needed his identity, the Fletcher family's influence—forced her to swallow the rage down.

"Alright, Frederick. Where are we meeting?"

Hearing Nora finally yield, Finnegan let out a mental sigh of relief. It seemed she still cared about him after all.

"The cafe downstairs from your Institute. I'll be there soon, just wait for me."

Nora gave a flat hum of acknowledgment and hung up. She stared blankly ahead, running through her script, calculating exactly how she was going to play her part in his delusional theater.

She couldn't fathom what Finnegan was trying to achieve. Why was he so desperate to show her 'proof' that he was still alive? Was this his twisted way of keeping her tethered to him?

If Nora had been the woman she was a month ago, she would have been weeping tears of joy right now.

She let out a heavy sigh and headed toward the cafe.

Finnegan arrived faster than she expected. Nora hadn't even finished half her coffee.

He walked in wearing a sharp black trench coat, carrying the chill of the outside air with him. Spotting Nora, he marched over and tossed a manila folder onto the table.

"Nora, after relentless investigating, I've confirmed it. Finnegan might actually still be alive."

Nora glanced at him with feigned indifference, picked up the folder, and played along.

Watching Finnegan desperately keep up the charade was almost comical to Nora.

He wanted his cake and to eat it too. He couldn't bear to let Seraphina go, yet he wanted his real identity back, all while keeping Nora around as his free, dutiful wife.

Did he really think the world revolved around his desires?

Beneath the table, Nora's hands clenched into tight fists. She was going to use this exact leverage to make his life a living hell.

Finnegan's expression turned icy. "How about this? I'll go home and ask Seraphina personally. If she admits it, I'll kick her out. But if she denies it, and this turns out to be some fabricated lie you believed, you will apologize to her. And you will apologize to Finnegan."

Nora found the sheer audacity laughable. He had practically begged her to come here, and now he was demanding an apology.