His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 211

Hearing Jonathan call her “Nia” over and over, Niamh felt a shiver crawl up her spine.

Still, she couldn’t let it show in front of her mother. Gemma couldn’t know that she and Jonathan were in the middle of a divorce.

So Niamh slid into the seat beside Jonathan, forcing a smile.

Jonathan, ever the perfect son-in-law, served food onto both her and her mother’s plates.

“Nia’s cooking is as wonderful as ever,” Gemma said, patting Niamh’s shoulder with a well-meaning sigh. “But if Jonathan eats your food every day, I bet he gets tired of it, doesn’t he? You really should try some new recipes once in a while. He works so hard out there, and as his wife, if you can’t have a hearty dinner waiting when he comes home, that’s just not right.”

“I know, Mom. Don’t worry about it,” Niamh replied. Outwardly, she played along, but inside, her heart ached.

Gemma was the picture of the traditional, devoted wife, and she’d raised Niamh to follow in her footsteps.

At first, Niamh had agreed—especially because she’d loved Jonathan so much.

She’d been willing to give up anything for him: her degree, her career. She had no job, depended entirely on Jonathan, and had always believed it was only right to cook and clean for him every day.

Just like her mother always said: to be a good wife, she had to take care of him.

For three years, she’d never complained.

But her devotion and effort went unnoticed—not just by Jonathan, but by the whole Thomas family.

Sometimes, Niamh wondered if even her own mother truly saw her.

She watched as Gemma, oblivious, heaped more food onto Jonathan’s plate.

“Don’t worry, Mom,” Jonathan said smoothly, his tone gentler than usual, almost affectionate. “Nia’s cooking is amazing. I could eat it every day and never get tired of it.”

He sounded, for all the world, like the perfect husband. Niamh had to admit—Jonathan’s acting was better than she’d expected.

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