His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 205

Niamh stared at Jonathan, her gaze unblinking.

Jonathan’s face and voice were both calm—so calm, in fact, that she couldn’t begin to guess what he was up to.

After a tense pause, she finally spoke. “No, I’m not.”

Jonathan hesitated for a split second, then, without hurrying, reached into his briefcase and pulled something out—a document.

Niamh was neither too close nor too far from Jonathan; from where she sat, she couldn’t make out the contents, but her instincts screamed that the document had everything to do with her.

“If you don’t come over here, I’ll just toss this,” Jonathan said, his voice over the phone as smooth and flat as a glassy lake.

But inside, Niamh felt a ripple of anxiety.

“What is it?” she demanded.

“It’s what you’ve always wanted,” he replied.

Niamh’s eyes flicked upward. She didn’t have to guess—he was holding the new divorce papers.

She tightened her grip on her phone. “I’m having dinner with a friend. Whatever you have, we’ll talk about it after I finish.”

It wasn’t that Niamh didn’t want to see the divorce agreement right away. In fact, she was desperate. But if she walked over to Jonathan now, there’d be no coming back—leaving Peter in the middle of dinner would be unforgivably rude.

Rather than getting angry, Jonathan actually chuckled, utterly composed. “So you’re not really serious about divorcing me, are you? After all this time, you’re still playing hard to get?”

When Jonathan set the document down, Niamh nearly jumped from her seat in panic.

She knew Jonathan was only using reverse psychology. He was vain—he had every reason to be—but after all the times they’d argued about divorce, even a blind man could see she meant it.

Still, Jonathan’s games were exhausting.

When she didn’t get up, Jonathan’s dark brows drew together ever so slightly. “Niamh, if you miss this chance, not only am I throwing out these divorce papers—I won’t discuss this with you ever again.”

His ultimatum left her rattled.

Just then, Peter leaned toward her and said gently, “Go ahead. Don’t worry about me.”

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