His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 294

“I need to talk to you. Come inside.”

After all this time, Niamh found herself back in the house that had once been her home. Everything inside was just as it had been when she was married—furniture, photos, the arrangement of the rooms. It was as if nothing had changed at all.

She lifted her gaze, surprise and confusion flickering in her eyes.

If she remembered correctly, Marina had transformed this place into something straight out of a cotton-candy daydream—everywhere you looked, a different shade of pink. Now, though, there was no trace of that.

“Marina doesn’t live here anymore,” Jonathan said abruptly, as if reading her mind.

Niamh felt a shiver. He always did have a knack for seeing straight through her.

Looking around at the familiar decor, she realized Jonathan wasn’t lying. Marina really was gone.

“Whether she lives here or not doesn’t matter to me,” Niamh said quietly.

“How about a drink? Might help you relax.”

She shook her head. “I’m fine. Not exactly shaken.”

Jonathan studied her face, searching for a crack in her composure, but seeing none, poured himself a glass of whiskey.

Niamh watched as he reached for an ice cube. “It’s freezing out, and you’re adding ice? I thought your stomach couldn’t handle that anymore.”

The words slipped out before she could stop herself. She instantly regretted it.

Jonathan set the ice down. “Alright, you win. No ice.”

She couldn’t help noticing the way his lips curled in that familiar, irresistible half-smile, as if he’d only reached for the ice to see if she’d protest.

“So, why did you bring me here?” she asked, folding her arms.

Jonathan took a sip of his drink before answering. “Your uncle—Bagot—he embezzled company funds. He’s drowning in gambling debts, took out a bunch of high-interest loans, and now it’s all come crashing down. The bank’s cut him off, the company’s bankrupt, and he’s facing prison time. I wanted to ask what you plan to do about it.”

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