His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 560

Lana instantly knew what Jarrett wanted. “But… this is your office. We can’t…”

“Why not?” Jarrett released her only to walk over and lock his office door.

“Jarrett…”

“Call me darling.”

“D-darling…” Lana’s face turned crimson, as if it might start bleeding.

A satisfied smile spread across Jarrett’s face as he pushed her down onto his executive chair.

…

Meanwhile, at the hospital.

Ramona hadn’t shown up again since her last conversation with Jonathan, which was a welcome relief for him. But there was bad news, too. Niamh hadn’t come either.

For days, she hadn’t visited, called, or even sent a single WhatsApp message. Not only that, but today, Jonathan saw the headlines plastered all over the internet—

Niamh, mistress of The Thomas Group, officially files for divorce from Jonathan Thomas.

The story was identical across every news outlet, a clear sign that someone had paid for the press release.

As Jonathan lay in his hospital bed scrolling through his phone, a knock came at the door.

“Mr. Thomas…” It was Prescott, his expression grim. Another man followed him into the room.

“Tell your client I will not be signing anything,” Jonathan said, his voice as calm and cold as a winter spring.

Raines pursed his lips and produced another file. “My client has instructed me to inform you that if you do not agree to an uncontested divorce, she will file a contested suit against you in Coralis. Doing so would have a severely negative impact on both you and The Thomas Group.”

Raines’s words were concise, but the documents he handed over were exhaustive. They contained a detailed list of every cent Jonathan had spent on Marina Thornton over the past year, each transaction meticulously investigated. They also outlined how Jonathan had helped Marina’s parents secure the rehabilitation center project, how he had repeatedly injected capital into her studio without board approval, and how he had even misappropriated company funds to support her financially.

“Presented in a Coralis court, this evidence will be more than enough to prove that the marriage between you and my client has irrevocably broken down,” Raines stated. “For your own good, Mr. Thomas, my client hopes you will accept this agreement.”

As the lawyer’s resolute words hung in the air, Jonathan flipped the divorce agreement to the final page. One of the signature lines was already filled in.

Niamh.

The name burned his eyes.