His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 162

She was grateful she'd had two crisp hundred-dollar bills in her purse last night.

That morning, after showering and getting dressed, she waited until Jonathan stepped out of the bathroom. She made a show of pulling the two hundred dollars from her wallet and tossing them onto the nightstand right in front of him.

For a split second, Niamh was certain she'd caught a flash of wounded anger in Jonathan's eyes.

She hadn't expected Lana's tip—treating money like payment for a one-night stand—would work so well.

Maybe she should read more novels, Niamh thought.

At breakfast, Clifford studied Niamh's face intently.

He could tell, just from her expression, that things between her and Jonathan hadn't improved.

"Nia…" Clifford set his fork down with a weighty sigh. "Are you still thinking about divorcing Jonathan?"

Niamh's grip tightened on her fork, her chest tight with nerves.

"…Yes."

She nodded, hearing another sigh slip from Clifford.

She'd come here today mostly to test the waters, to see what Clifford would say.

Her worst-case plan had always been to wait out the mandatory separation—two years apart, and then, even if Jonathan refused, the court would probably grant the divorce.

But Jonathan had seen right through her.

Last night, he'd told her flatly, "Don't think you'll get a divorce just by living separately for two years. As long as we're still… involved, the court won't grant it."

Niamh was genuinely scared.

What if, after two years, she still couldn't get free? And with the marriage still technically intact, Jonathan would never make things easy for her—nights like last night would just keep happening.

She needed another plan.

But she didn't want to upset her grandfather, so she'd come to lay some emotional groundwork first.

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