Whats She Overheard in Her Own Marriage novel Chapter 528

Chapter 528

Chapter 528

“You’re trying to seduce Kaia. Don’t think I can’t see it,” Finnian sneered, cutting straight to the point.

Silas wasn’t remotely bothered that his intentions had been exposed. Leaning lazily against the doorframe, he asked, “Finnian, do you even know what it means to truly love someone?”

Finnian stiffened, completely caught off guard by the question.

When Finnian remained silent, Silas answered his own question. “Oh, right, I forgot. You used to be in love with Noelle. So you must know exactly what true love is.”

Finnian’s expression darkened instantly. His gaze fixed on Silas like a pair of daggers. “Watch your mouth.”

Silas smiled-a punchable, defiant smirk. Emboldened by the alcohol and a simmering, deep-rooted anger, he continued, “For her, you’re willing to ignore right and wrong. You’re willing to clean up her messes. Even when she does something utterly despicable, you blindly, unconditionally

believe in her.”

‘Silas, that’s enough,” Finnian snarled, his face twisting with rage. “You’re talking about your sister, aren’t you?”

Silas stumbled over to the sofa and collapsed into it. His eyes were half-closed, confirming he was thoroughly drunk. Yet the words that left his mouth were as sharp as glass. “Finnian, you moved heaven and earth to protect Noelle back then. Do you have any idea what she actually did?” Finnian stepped fully into the room and shut the door. He stared down at Silas, who was resting his head against the back of the sofa.

Silas let out a bitter, fury-laced laugh. “How much do you actually know? Or do you just see her as some fragile, innocent victim who’s constantly being targeted? You think she doesn’t have a malicious bone in her

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body? Then what about my sister?”

Finnian’s breathing hitched. That had happened ten years ago. Dragging it up now felt like unearthing a corpse.

“What are you trying to say?” Finnian asked, his voice strained.

Silas looked up at him. His eyes were bloodshot, practically brimming with an endless, bottomless hatred.

“My sister used to love smiling. She loved design. She loved drawing architectural blueprints. She was kind, innocent, and too trusting. Noelle was her absolute best friend. But when your best friend is found in the hotel room of the man you love, who wouldn’t lose their mind?”

Finnian frowned deeply. He had only ever heard Noelle’s side of the story. She had claimed the man tricked her into his room and tried to assault

her.

Finnian still remembered how violently Noelle had sobbed, curling into a corner, hiding her face, acting as if she had been so deeply traumatized that the slightest touch made her tremble.

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