His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 325

Niamh clenched the princess-cut diamond ring in her palm, the sharp edges digging into her skin.

Across from her, Daniel wore a smug, self-assured grin, radiating confidence. Not a trace of worry flickered across his face—he clearly didn’t think Jonathan would come for her.

“Your darling husband is out there, searching high and low for his precious first love,” Daniel taunted, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. “You really think he has time to care about you?”

A ringing filled Niamh’s mind. His precious first love… He could only mean Marina.

“I kidnapped both you and Marina. Gave Jonathan a choice. He didn’t hesitate for a second—went straight after Marina. Cold, isn’t it?” Daniel’s words were laced with satisfaction.

Niamh’s face went ghostly pale, as if all the blood had drained from her body. Every instinct screamed that Daniel was telling the truth.

“So nobody’s coming for you. Give it up, Niamh! Instead of pinning your hopes on a man who’s head over heels for someone else, why not be smart about this? Come with me willingly—I promise, once we make it to Marisola, I’ll treat you like a queen. You’ll have me all to yourself, every day.” He laughed—a low, revolting sound.

Niamh fought the urge to retch. But as much as she hated him, she believed what he said.

If it came down to her and Marina on the scales, she knew exactly who Jonathan would save. It would always be Marina. Only Marina.

It felt as if an invisible hand was crushing her heart. She could barely breathe.

She couldn’t count on anyone. Least of all Jonathan. Even if he weren’t out there trying to rescue Marina, it wasn’t likely he’d care what happened to her.

After all… they were divorced. To Jonathan, she meant nothing now.

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