His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 192

Niamh had no intention of taking the blame for everything.

"I'm a businesswoman. Chasing profit, calculating every move—that's just who I am."

She couldn't be bothered to argue with Jonathan. He always believed he was right, always had what he considered foolproof reasons for everything he did.

"Honestly, I think it's better to rip the Band-Aid off. Make this mess big enough and just get the divorce over with. I'm sure your parents are thinking the same thing."

After everything blew up, Sprague had, in fact, pulled Jonathan aside. He'd said the Thomas family couldn't afford a daughter-in-law who threatened divorce at the drop of a hat, sending the company's market value plummeting by billions.

Now, Niamh and Jonathan stood together on the rooftop, a chilly wind tangling their hair.

Niamh prided herself on staying rational through all this.

As for Jonathan—well, she couldn't say whether he was calm or not.

"Jonathan, I can withdraw the lawsuit, but you'll need to draft a new divorce agreement. I don't want your money, but don't expect me to pay you anything, either."

"Fine."

He agreed faster than she expected.

"Once the Thomas Group's stock stabilizes, we'll go to city hall."

This time, she caught a brief hesitation before he answered—not as quick as before.

"Fine."

With his agreement, Niamh finally let herself exhale.

She didn't have anything left to say to him. Turning away, she started for the rooftop door.

"Niamh…"

Jonathan's even, unreadable voice carried from behind her.

"Is divorce really the only thing you want? Besides Marina and the baby—is there any other reason?"

Niamh's steps faltered.

She drew a long breath.

"Because you don't love me."

Her voice wavered on the last word, and her heart trembled with it.

She was the one asking for the divorce, that was true.

But in the game of love, she'd lost—completely.

"I understand."

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