His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 565

Niamh met Elmer's gaze and offered a small smile.

In her wide, glistening eyes, he thought he could see the vibrant colors of the fireworks reflected back at him.

"You're right," she said, taking the phone and declining the call.

A moment later, it rang again.

Jonathan.

She declined it a second time.

When he called a third time, she handed the phone to Elmer, motioning for him to answer.

She was certain that once Jonathan realized she was with Elmer, he would stop calling.

"Hello?" Elmer said into the phone.

In his hospital room, Jonathan's fingers clenched at the sound of another man's voice.

"Is Niamh there with you?"

"Of course she is," Elmer answered sharply. "Nia and I are on a date. We're watching the fireworks."

He held the phone out, making sure Jonathan could hear the percussive booms in the background.

Each explosion felt like a punch to Jonathan's chest, and a wracking cough escaped his lips.

"Put Niamh on the phone."

Jonathan's commanding tone made Elmer pause for a second before letting out a small chuckle.

"Don't you get it, Jonathan? The only reason I'm answering is because she doesn't want to talk to you."

A long, heavy silence stretched over the line.

Jonathan didn't speak, but he didn't hang up.

Neither did Elmer.

Niamh sipped her drink with an air of nonchalance.

She knew exactly why he was calling.

The divorce papers should have reached him by now.

"Then I suppose we'll have to settle it in court."

She picked up her drink, chewing absently on the straw.

It looked like they were really headed for a courtroom battle.

Her first love, the man with whom she had weathered storms and sworn eternal vows, was now someone she'd have to tear apart on a witness stand.

She just couldn't understand why he would choose this path.

Taking her phone back from Elmer, she made another call.

"Lawyer Raines, I'll be in tomorrow. Please schedule a meeting for me with Judge Jan."

The fireworks show was over, and the scent of smoke hung heavy in the night air.

In the dead of night, the hospital was as silent as a tomb.

Jonathan was wide awake.

So was Prescott.