His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 146

"A perfect match—made for each other, really. He's charming, she's beautiful, what more could you ask for?"

Niamh stood by, silently enduring the idle gossip. Not even her carefully applied makeup could mask the pallor of her face.

In love, she had lost to Marina.

In her career, too.

A wave of self-loathing washed over her, sharp and bitter.

Now Julian was leading his fiancée onto the dance floor. Though they'd exchanged the expected pleasantries, Niamh could feel the distance he put between them. She couldn't blame him. After all, she was the one who had cut him off so completely.

In his eyes, she was just a gold-digger who'd sacrificed a friendship for five million dollars.

"Niamh, would you like to dance?"

Peter's offer was gentle, but when he saw the wounded look on her face, regret flickered across his features. He realized he'd put his foot in it.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have asked."

Niamh shook her head.

She understood why Peter had brought her here—it was to introduce her to new people, to help her find her footing in this crowd.

"I'd like a moment alone, if you don't mind. Go ahead, enjoy the party."

"Alright…"

Peter was clearly worried, but he didn't want to press her further.

Niamh slipped away to the balcony, letting the cool night air clear her head. She needed a moment to regain her composure.

"Devon chose Marina's design in the end. I assume you've already heard."

A subtle hint of men's cologne drifted over, and with it, a voice she knew all too well.

Jonathan appeared at her side, a glass of tequila on the rocks in his hand.

Niamh ignored him.

Jonathan never loved her. He only ever had eyes for Marina.

Her decade-long infatuation suddenly felt like a cruel joke.

Their marriage was over now. She'd come to terms with that.

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