His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 19

"Call yourself a cab and go home."

Jonathan's eyes met hers, calm to the point of coldness.

It was nothing like the way he looked at Marina.

Niamh had expected as much, but even so, her chest tightened with a familiar ache.

She spun around abruptly, only to feel Jonathan's hand clamp down on her arm from behind.

His grip was firmer than she'd expected—hard enough to make her wince.

Maybe he noticed her pulling away, because his hold eased a little, loosening just enough for her to catch her breath.

"I'm just saying, don't take your jealousy out on Marina. No matter what you do, she can't take your place as Mrs. Thomas."

With that, Jonathan slid into the driver's seat, leaving Niamh standing there, mouth half open, any words she might have said dying before they reached the air.

Before the car pulled away, the driver's window rolled down. Jonathan leaned out, his voice cool and deliberate.

"By the way, don't go back to Willowbrook Court tonight. I won't be coming home."

Niamh let out a bitter laugh at his pointed reminder.

Willowbrook Court was the gated community where she and Jonathan had bought their marital home.

"I wasn't planning on it anyway," she muttered.

She'd wanted to bring up divorce again—she hadn't earlier because Marina had been in the car and she didn't want to give her the satisfaction. But now seemed like the perfect chance, and she wasn't about to let it slip by.

But Jonathan seemed to read her mind, shutting her down before she could even get the words out.

"I'm not getting divorced. You might as well stop hoping."

With a roar, the luxury car sped off, leaving the estate shrouded in silence.

Niamh walked along the avenue, sticking to the main road. Catching a cab out here wasn't easy; no drivers were picking up her requests from the app, either.

Just then, a black sedan pulled up beside her.

"Miss Rivers..."

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