Whats She Overheard in Her Own Marriage novel Chapter 538

Chapter 538

Was she freezing him out now because she suspected him of emotional infidelity with Noelle during their marriage? Did she find him utterly repulsive?

Stepping into the elevator, Finnian leaned against the metal wall. The mirrored reflection showed a man at the height of his power, yet his handsome features were weighed down by a profound, unnamable sense of loss.

Finnian flew back to headquarters early. By the following afternoon, Dexter walked into his office with an update.

“Boss, I found Jasper.”

Finnian’s eyes darkened. “Set up a meeting.”

Since being released from prison, Jasper had been scraping by as a foreman at a construction site on the outskirts of the city. Once the golden boy of his architectural design college, he was now relegated to the dirt and grime-a brutal departure from his former ambitions.

When Dexter tracked him down and explained why he was there, Jasper trembled uncontrollably and immediately looked for an escape route. “Mr. Jasper,” Dexter called out calmly behind him, “my boss just wants to ask you a few questions. He isn’t here to make trouble for you.”

Glancing at the sleek black Bentley parked ominously in the distance, Jasper’s legs turned to jelly. He reluctantly agreed to the meeting.

Finnian hadn’t chosen a high-end restaurant or private club. He met him right there on the site, inside a flimsy, dust-coated trailer furnished with plastic chairs and a folding table. Dexter set two bottles of water down and stepped back.

Finnian sat by the dirt-streaked window, the afternoon sun casting a sharp, golden glow across his striking profile.

Chapter 538

The sight of him chilled Jasper to the bone. He had experienced the full, devastating force of the Sanders family’s wrath years ago. Today, Finnian’s wealth and influence were astronomical. If he wanted to crush Jasper entirely, it would require no more effort than stepping on an ant.

Every instinct Jasper had screamed at him to run.

“Jasper. Do you remember who I am?” Finnian’s voice sliced through the silence.

Jasper flinched, his voice laced with terror. “Mr. Sanders.”

His mind violently dragged him back to that evening years ago. The hotel room. Noelle cowering in a corner with torn clothes, weeping hysterically. Finnian and Rafael storming through the door, beating him within an inch of his life. And then the cold, merciless walls of the detention center, the

sentencing, and the endless, suffocating darkness of his prison term.

“Mr. Sanders, I… I didn’t do anything! Please, you have to believe me. I’ve already paid the price. Please, I’m begging you, just let me live my life.” Confronted with Finnian’s overwhelming presence, Jasper could do nothing but bow his head and plead for mercy.

Finnian studied him with chilling detachment. “I didn’t accuse you of anything today. I’m just here to clarify some details from the past. Sit down.”

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