His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 313

The wind outside the Juvenile Rehabilitation Center was sharp and bitterly cold.

Even in Julian’s tight embrace, Niamh couldn’t feel a shred of warmth. In fact, her fingers only grew colder, the chill seeping in deeper with every passing second.

Julian waited, desperate for an answer, but Niamh only stared ahead in silence. Growing anxious, he pressed on. “Niamh, if you choose me, I’ll call off the wedding with Susy. We could be together—leave Aldenville behind, go anywhere you want…”

Niamh’s reply was gentle, but her words hit Julian like a bucket of freezing water. “Don’t you think that’s awfully unfair to Susy?”

He flinched.

“Whether you love her or not, you promised to marry her. The invitations have already gone out to everyone you know. And now, at the last minute, you want to back out? Have you thought about what that would do to her?”

Niamh pushed him away.

“I…”

Julian had no answer. Deep down, the truth was simple: he’d never loved Susy—not from the very beginning.

He’d only agreed to the match for the sake of his family and the company, bowing to his parents’ demands. In his mind, he wasn’t betraying Susy, because he never believed she loved him either.

Susy was the heiress of a powerful family, marrying him for the same reasons—family, business, ambition. Love had nothing to do with it. If anything, Susy wanted to conquer him, control him, possess him.

“Niamh, love is selfish by nature—”

“But I don’t love you.”

Niamh’s voice was firm, resolute. Her words cut deep, leaving Julian breathless, as if someone had driven a knife straight through his chest.

“Why? What’s wrong with me? What does Jonathan have that I don’t?!”

He grabbed her shoulders, his grip a little too tight, making Niamh wince in pain.

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