His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 394

She whipped around and shot Marina a vicious glare, then let out a huff at Niamh, her indignation barely contained as she stormed out of the hall.

Now, Marina stood alone—completely isolated.

All around her, people whispered and pointed, their judgment thick in the air.

She heard them say that even injured, Niamh was leagues ahead of her.

She heard them call her a fraud, a liar.

Marina desperately wanted to cover her ears, but it was pointless—even if she blocked out the noise, their stares told her everything she needed to know.

She knew she was finished.

She’d planned to use this antique restoration competition to destroy Niamh’s reputation for good.

Instead, it was her own career that lay in ruins.

And not just her career…

Marina’s gaze trembled as she looked for Jonathan.

The moment their eyes met, she saw Jonathan turn away, unable to face her.

It was like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over her head, chilling her to the bone.

What did Jonathan see when he looked at her now?

A failure?

A compulsive liar?

A schemer?

A fool?

Tears welled up, sparkling and hot, spilling down her cheeks as she covered her face and fled toward the exit. In her hurry, her heel twisted and she stumbled, nearly falling.

Niamh watched Marina limp away, her gaze icy.

Serves her right, Niamh thought coldly. Some people dig their own graves.

Only when Marina’s ridiculous, stumbling figure had finally disappeared did Niamh turn away—only to find herself face to face with Jonathan.

“Your hand isn’t hurt,” Jonathan said, his voice calm and measured.

Niamh met his eyes, unflinching.

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