His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 40

"I don't care whose strings you pulled to get into FY, but if you ever betray me, I promise you'll pay for it."

Jonathan's words were cold as steel, but he still held out the bouquet toward Niamh.

"This time, I bought red roses—since you clearly don't like pink ones. And you don't have to compare yourself to Marina all the time. She got into FY because she's talented. It's normal you can't measure up, and honestly, I don't need a wife who's too accomplished."

When Niamh didn't take the flowers, Jonathan shoved the bouquet into her arms and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, steering her into the suite.

That gesture made Niamh freeze.

She quickly tried to hand the flowers back, twisting away.

Jonathan didn't give her the chance.

He pinned her to the wall and tried to kiss her.

Niamh fought back, desperate and fierce.

In Jonathan's memory, she'd never resisted him like this before.

"Jonathan, I've already asked for a divorce! You can't do this to me!"

Hearing the word "divorce" from her lips again, Jonathan's face fell.

"This little stunt is getting old, Niamh. I'm not getting a divorce. It's your duty as my wife to satisfy my needs."

He'd told her that more than once.

Being a housewife was her job.

So was letting him use her when he wanted.

Niamh still remembered the night she lost her baby—how Jonathan had thrown the word "duty" at her to force himself on her.

After that, her child was gone.

Smack!

The penthouse suite fell silent.

Jonathan had no idea how Niamh's hand even connected with his face—he only felt the sting spreading across his cheek.

He stared at her, stunned, as she glared at him with eyes burning bright and red-rimmed.

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