His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 182

Niamh spoke smoothly, flipping to a contract she'd clearly prepared in advance.

"You didn't just come up with this, did you?" Quentin frowned at her, suspicion written all over his face.

Niamh just smiled, giving nothing away.

Her studio was stretched thin—barely enough cash to make ends meet, and definitely not enough to hire someone with decent skills and experience without worrying about payroll. Finding someone competent who'd work for next to nothing was a pipe dream.

But after everything that had happened, Niamh guessed that Marina would never take Quentin back. Keeping Quentin on her side would save her some money—really, it was the best of both worlds.

In the end, Quentin signed the internship contract. As soon as he finished, he shot Niamh a glare.

"Don't think giving me this job means I'll be grateful."

"I'd never expect gratitude from you. Honestly, if you'd just stop badmouthing me behind my back, I'll count my blessings."

Face flushed, Quentin strode out of the conference room.

Niamh could only shrug and give a wry smile—maybe, deep down, Quentin was just stubborn and proud.

She waited all day, but there was still no word that Jonathan was back in the country.

She'd tried reaching out to Prescott a few more times. He confirmed Jonathan was still abroad, though his business meetings had wrapped up.

That night, scrolling through her phone absentmindedly, Niamh stumbled onto one of Jonathan's social media posts. He'd uploaded a photo: himself on a yacht, the ocean glittering behind him, and a bikini-clad woman at his side.

The woman's face was turned away, but the bubblegum-pink swimsuit was unmistakable. Niamh recognized Marina instantly.

So that's why Jonathan hadn't come home—he was busy vacationing with Marina.

From the looks of it, Marina must have lost that competition and dragged Jonathan off for some distraction.

Niamh locked her phone, then lay back on her bed and closed her eyes.

Once Jonathan finally brought Marina back home, she could officially file for divorce…

***

Aldonia.

At night, the lights along the waterfront sparkled.

The yacht was docked; Jonathan and Marina made their way back to the garden hotel.

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