His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 66

As soon as Marina disappeared into Jonathan's office, Niamh lost interest in eavesdropping. She didn't want it to look like she cared too much.

Did she care?

Of course she did.

Forcing herself to act indifferent, Niamh returned to her desk and tried to focus on work.

She'd barely settled in when Preston Winslow emerged from the office. Niamh guessed he didn't want to play the third wheel between Jonathan and Marina.

"Homewrecker."

Preston's voice was casual but sharp as he passed her desk.

Niamh's gaze flicked up, cool and unbothered. "If anyone's a homewrecker, it's Marina."

Preston had been halfway down the hall but spun back at that. He planted both hands on her desk and leaned in, looming over her with the kind of natural intimidation that came from years of getting his way.

Back when Niamh spent most of her days at home, busy with pots and pans, she'd only vaguely known Jonathan's friends. She'd assumed they barely knew her, too.

Now she understood—Preston genuinely disliked her.

"The one who's not loved is the real homewrecker," he shot back, voice icy.

But Niamh just smiled, bright and unfazed. "No, Preston. The one who doesn't get the ring is the real homewrecker."

Preston jabbed a finger in her direction, frustration simmering. "Let's see how long you keep that attitude."

When he finally stalked off, Niamh slumped in her chair.

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