His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 118

"My dad wants us to get a divorce."

Jonathan's voice, calm as ever, was nearly drowned out by the sound of the wind rushing past the car.

Niamh turned to look at him, wondering if she'd misheard.

Jonathan kept his eyes on the road. His strikingly handsome face was unreadable, as tranquil and still as a sea untouched by wind.

Niamh opened her mouth, drawing in a breath of fresh air, but in the end, she didn't ask anything.

Jonathan pulled the car up to Jade Peak Pavilion.

Given the state she was in, Niamh couldn't bring herself to care about appearances. She didn't want to be here—she'd avoided this place for so long—but now that she was, at least she could get cleaned up.

If she remembered right, Marina and Jonathan had been living together.

In this very house that had been meant for her and Jonathan.

Sure enough, as soon as the door swung open, she saw that splash of pink that didn't belong.

It was an aggressively bright pink.

Jonathan noticed the distaste flicker in Niamh's eyes, but he didn't say a word. He just handed her a pink nightgown.

It wasn't one of hers.

She guessed Marina hadn't wanted to see any trace of her left in this place.

"I'm not wearing that," Niamh refused, her tone flat.

"It's new. I bought it today."

"I still don't want to wear it."

"Fine," Jonathan shot back, "then you can walk out naked."

He snatched the pink nightgown away.

Niamh disappeared into the bathroom, only to find two bathrobes hanging there, one clearly Jonathan's, the other obviously Marina's.

Her stomach churned, a sick lurch worse than the smell of rotten eggs. The longer she stayed, the more nauseous she felt.

She showered as fast as she could, but when she was done, she realized she had nothing to wear.

"Jonathan, are you out there?" she called.

No answer.

"Jonathan?" Her voice trembled.

Cautiously, she cracked open the door.

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