His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 3

The young master of the Thomas Group appeared at the FY luxury brand's new collection launch, making headlines by spending a fortune just to win a woman's smile.

Niamh's heart skipped a beat.-

The Thomas Group… there was only one young master: Jonathan Thomas.

And the FY launch event was being held right here in Aldenville.

Niamh's fingers trembled, a coldness creeping through her. She unlocked her phone and tapped on the news link. There, clear as day in the attached photos, was Jonathan.

He had always been striking—tall, lean, with those long legs and an aristocratic poise that never faltered, no matter who he stood next to. Tonight, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, he looked every inch the man people couldn't take their eyes off.

Back then, whenever Jonathan popped up in the news, Niamh would linger on the pictures, studying his face for a long time. Because he was beautiful.

But this time, she closed the page as fast as she could.

Somehow, almost as if compelled, she opened up her social feed. Preston Winslow—Jonathan's old high school friend—had just posted something new.

Preston had always been quick to show off.

"Only ten of these classic rose diamond necklaces in the world, and our lucky lady has one!" he'd captioned the photo.

The shot showed only a woman's graceful neck, pale and slender, the rose diamond necklace gleaming brilliantly against her skin.

Whoever Preston was calling "lucky lady," it certainly wasn't Niamh.

She tucked away her ultrasound report and caught a cab home. On the ride, her lower abdomen throbbed with a dull, persistent ache.

Only after she arrived did she remember she hadn't gone grocery shopping yet. She headed back out, filled her basket with everything Jonathan liked, then came home to chop, wash, and cook. By the time she finished, night had fallen.

Around nine, Jonathan returned.

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