His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 122

After all, everyone had seen Jonathan carrying Niamh out in his arms with their own eyes.

But because of Jonathan's relationship with Marina, they'd all assumed Niamh was just the "other woman."

What if those wedding photos going viral online were real, though?

"There's no way those are real!" Jayne exclaimed, taking up Marina's defense in the office that afternoon. "Anyone can tell they're photoshopped. Niamh's got no shame. Marina's been living with Mr. Thomas for ages now."

Jayne wasn't entirely wrong.

Still, if Niamh had been Jonathan's wife from the very beginning, the tangled mess between Jonathan, Niamh, and Marina would still make sense—just with the roles reversed.

The only real difference would be who the "other woman" actually was.

Out in the hallway, Marina ran into two colleagues from another department. Their glances had changed, sharp with judgment and speculation.

She'd endured these looks all day, and Marina knew exactly what had caused it—the trending topic online.

Arriving at the executive office, she paused to smooth her hair and straighten her skirt. By the time she pushed open the door, her usual sweet smile was firmly in place.

"Jonathan, I sliced some fruit for you—your favorite, honeydew melon."

Balancing the tray, Marina caught a glimpse of the shredder out of the corner of her eye as she approached Jonathan.

Even though the papers were already in ribbons, the bold heading was still visible.

Divorce Agreement.

"What's wrong? You look pale." Jonathan speared a piece of melon with a fork and held it up to her lips.

Marina turned her head away.

Jonathan's hand paused in midair, surprised.

"Jonathan… I… I can't do this anymore…"

Tears welled up in Marina's eyes in an instant, red-rimmed and glistening.

She looked so heartbreakingly vulnerable that it was impossible not to feel something.

For once, Jonathan gently took her hand and pulled her close.

"What happened? Who's hurt you?"

Marina shook her head.

"No one's hurt me… It's just… Everyone at the office is whispering behind my back, calling me a homewrecker, and I…"

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