His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 440

To him, the Thomases were nothing if not cold and ruthlessly self-serving.

“I’ll admit I’m not much better than Jonathan,” Michael said, “but as the saying goes, ‘ignorance is no crime’… I honestly didn’t know what was going on. By the time I found out, you’d already become a master at BYC.”

Niamh could hear the sincerity in Michael’s apology.

At the same time, she couldn’t help but notice that, between the lines, Michael was still trying to make himself look better than Jonathan.

“It’s fine,” she replied gently. “Whether you knew or not, I don’t blame you.”

Her words, so full of understanding, made the smile slip from Michael’s face.

“Niamh, you really don’t expect anything from me, do you?”

“Excuse me?” Niamh blinked, not quite grasping his meaning.

Michael gave a wry smile, pushing his gold-rimmed glasses further up his nose. His gaze drifted to Peter, who sat on Niamh’s other side.

“Mr. Peter, you know what I mean, don’t you?”

Peter glanced at Michael but said nothing.

His silence was answer enough.

In Peter’s eyes, Niamh always kept a polite distance—not just from him, but from Michael, Julian Neville, and Preston Winslow as well. Her lack of blame for them only meant she’d never expected anything from them to begin with.

If anyone had ever truly been allowed into Niamh’s world, it had only ever been Jonathan.

And as for the space in her heart that might one day open up, Peter knew it would likely never belong to him.

He let out a quiet sigh, unable to help himself.

Michael noticed Niamh’s puzzled expression and laughed, lifting his champagne.

“Well, whatever the case, let’s celebrate. Jonathan just spent half a billion dollars on your auction piece—now that’s something.”

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