His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 234

Preston Winslow wanted to steer the conversation somewhere light, but the words stuck in his throat. In the end, it was Jonathan who broke the silence.

“Preston.”

At the sound of his name, Preston snapped to attention, as if a schoolboy caught daydreaming in class.

“Do you think Niamh still loves me?”

“…What?”

The question threw Preston completely off guard. There had been no preamble, nothing to suggest Jonathan was about to lob such a pointed topic into the air. Preston hesitated, weighing his answer.

If he was being honest, it was painfully obvious that Niamh loved Jonathan to pieces. Jonathan had wealth, looks, charm, and a magnetic presence—who wouldn’t fall for him?

A couple years ago, Preston would have scoffed and called Niamh pathetic, deluded, hopelessly infatuated, thinking far too highly of herself.

But now, “She probably doesn’t love you anymore.”

He lied, for reasons he couldn’t fully explain. He didn’t want Niamh to love Jonathan—and, oddly, didn’t want Jonathan to believe she did, either.

“Jonathan, you’re with Marina now. Niamh must have realized she should give up. Besides, hasn’t she been wanting a divorce for ages? It’s for the best, really. Once it’s over, you—sorry, she—will finally be free.”

Preston thought he’d struck the right note, but Jonathan’s frosty demeanor only grew icier, so much so that even Preston’s horse seemed to want to sidle away.

“Ride with me for another two laps.”

“Oh, come on, Jonathan—”

Before Preston could finish, Jonathan nudged his horse forward, galloping off again.

***

In a dimly lit bar tucked away on a quiet street, Marina and Michael sat huddled over their drinks.

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