His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 94

Niamh delivered her words with icy finality, turned on her heel, and walked away without so much as a backward glance, ignoring Marigold's frantic protests behind her.

In the hospital room, Jonathan finally woke up.

Marina was peeling an apple at his bedside when she noticed Jonathan's eyes sweep around the room, as if searching for someone.

Just then, Marigold hurried back in. The moment she saw Jonathan awake, she showered him with concern, piling on the praise for Marina at the same time.

"You have no idea how much Marina did for you! She carried you—literally carried you—down eight flights of stairs when you passed out, followed the ambulance all the way to the hospital, and stayed up all night at your side. If it weren't for her, I can't even imagine what would've happened to you…"

"Marigold, please, that's enough. I really didn't do that much," Marina protested shyly, lowering her head.

Jonathan's gaze met Marina's, deep and unreadable, like the ocean.

"Thank you," he said quietly.

Marina immediately reached for his hand, gripping it tightly. "It's the least I could do."

Jonathan was discharged after only two days in the hospital.

Stomach trouble was nothing new for him—it hardly warranted all the fuss, especially with pressing matters waiting for him at the office.

But by now, the entire company was buzzing with the same story—

Marina had carried the unconscious Jonathan down eight flights of stairs and saved his life. She was being hailed as his savior.

People even started whispering that the two of them were fated for each other.

Niamh, having heard these rumors on repeat, eventually grew numb to them.

At first, she'd debated whether she ought to set the record straight.

But after a while, she realized there was no point. Even if she spoke up, who would actually believe her? In everyone else's eyes, she and Jonathan had no real connection—why on earth would she have been the one to carry him down all those stairs?

As for Jonathan himself…

Niamh had made her peace with it.

If he wanted to believe Marina had saved him, so be it. It was the perfect excuse for her to finally ask for a divorce.

Right before clocking out, Niamh took out the divorce papers she'd prepared the night before and walked over to Jonathan's office, knocking on the door.

"Mr. Thomas, please sign this."

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