Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 430

Finnick Vinterberg ended the call with Norene’s mother, exhaling a thin stream of smoke as he turned toward Yolanda. “It’s been years, Miss Carstairs. You’ve certainly grown up.”

Yolanda stared at him for a moment before realization dawned. “Wait... you’re Finnick Vinterberg?”

“So you do remember me after all.”

Her face darkened—a rare sight. “How could I forget? You made it your mission to torment me back then.”

He chuckled softly. “Still holding a grudge after all these years?”

“Can you blame me? Seeing your insufferable face always puts me in a bad mood.”

Instead of being offended, Finnick only smiled wider. “How have your parents been all these years?”

Yolanda’s tone was cool. “They’re fine, thanks for asking.” She turned to Charlotte. “Let’s go.”

As Charlotte brushed past Finnick, her eyes flickered to the phone in his hand. Finnick noticed and turned, raising his phone. “Mrs. Howard, bring your husband next time. You really should come to my wedding.”

He waved the phone deliberately.

Charlotte’s hands curled into fists. Norene’s phone was with him—which meant Norene must be here, too.

As the two women disappeared into their private room, Finnick’s smile faded, replaced by cold calculation. He spun on his heel and went back to his own suite.

Inside, Norene sat on the couch, flanked by two bodyguards. If she so much as shifted, one of them pressed her back down.

“Finnick Vinterberg, don’t think calling my parents from my phone to reassure them will make this go away. Eventually, they’ll see what you’re really after.”

He ignored her outburst, taking his seat and placing her phone on the table. “Let’s not call it ambition. This marriage? Your parents agreed to it. It wasn’t the Vinterbergs twisting anyone’s arm.”

Norene glared. “Only because you tricked them!”

He swirled his wine, smiling faintly. “Don’t be naïve, Miss Lennox. Didn’t your family agree to this alliance for their own benefit? So, no, it’s not trickery—it’s mutual advantage.”

He paused, his eyes glinting. “Besides, if the Lennoxes really cared about you, why hasn’t anyone been searching for you after all this time?”

That last remark hit its mark. Norene paled as Finnick took a slow sip. “No need to be so wary of me, Miss Lennox. We’ll be married soon enough—living under the same roof, whether you like it or not.”

She scoffed. “You wish. Even if you force me into this marriage, I’ll never accept being part of your wretched family!”

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