His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 274

These days, Niamh’s name was everywhere—her rising fame impossible to ignore. Meanwhile, Marina’s world was unraveling: a mass exodus of her staff, with employees jumping ship left and right. Just that morning, she’d overheard two women in the restroom snickering about her, mocking her for accepting shoots from “third-rate magazines.” The most humiliating part was, deep down, Marina knew her designs barely measured up to dime-store trinkets.

“Oh, come on, Marina,” Edna finally snapped, unable to watch her daughter spiral any longer. “You’re throwing a fit over something so trivial—aren’t you a little old for this?”

Marina had been like this for days: volatile, quick to tears or rage, refusing to go to work, her only routine now consisted of sulking or lashing out.

“Trivial? Mom, you have no idea how mortifying this is!”

“So what?” Edna’s patience was thin, her disappointment obvious. “It’s happened. What’s the point of getting angry now? Niamh’s got the momentum, she’s the talk of the town. Maybe it’s her lucky break, her career taking off. But what about you—do you even know what you should be doing right now?”

Edna’s words cut through Marina’s tantrum, forcing her to pause and collect herself.

“Mom, what are you saying…?”

“Jonathan, of course!” Edna tapped her manicured nails pointedly on the coffee table.

“If her career is taking off, then hit her where it hurts—her relationship. Make sure she loses on the love front.”

“I’m not stealing her man! Jonathan was mine to begin with. I met him first, I’m the one he really loves!”

Marina stood with her hands on her hips, bristling with indignation.

“Exactly! Instead of sitting here brooding over Niamh’s career, put your energy into Jonathan. Get him to divorce her and marry you. Marina, no matter how bright Niamh’s star burns, it won’t last. She’s just a designer—how much can she possibly be worth? But The Thomas Group? That’s real money, real power.”

Marina listened, her expression intent, wide eyes darting as she considered her mother’s argument.

“Once you become Mrs. Thomas, Niamh won’t even register on your radar. You’ll have everything—money, status, fame. And Niamh? She’ll end up with nothing.”

Edna’s words soothed Marina’s bruised ego. She drew a deep breath, the storm clouds of anxiety and envy clearing away.

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