His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 766

This seemed to be the first time Niamh had ever discussed such a topic with him.

"Well, there's the saying, 'Man proposes, God disposes'... but there's also the idea that you can defy fate. Personally, I don't believe in it. Believing feels like admitting defeat, like bowing down to destiny."

After hearing Jonathan's earnest reply, Niamh smiled and took a sip of her champagne.

"But the Quinn family does..."

"You mean your grandpa?" Jonathan asked tentatively.

He’d had a feeling ever since he saw Niamh at her grandpa’s private residence. Niamh was the true heiress of the Quinn family, and the real reason she had been given up for adoption was likely that her grandpa disliked her.

"Not just my grandpa. The entire Quinn family believes in it."

Niamh stared into the bubbly, transparent liquid in her glass, her eyes seeming to drift into memory.

The Quinn family, going back generations, had built their fortune on fortune-telling. Coincidentally, they believed in fate, and fate, in turn, had not betrayed them, allowing them to prosper for over three generations.

By Niamh grandpa’s time, the family had settled in S City, Aldonia, running a fireworks business. When Niamh was born, her mother, Carlotta, had a difficult delivery.

Mr. Harley, the family's long-time fortune teller, declared that the child’s birth was accompanied by strange phenomena—a terrible omen that would lead to the Quinn family’s decline, and worse, their utter ruin.

Back then, Niamh could never understand why her own grandfather, hated her so much.

In the Quinn family at the time, only her grandmother was genuinely kind to her. One day, she mustered the courage to ask her grandmother why, and finally understood that her grandfather’s cruelty stemmed from his belief in fate. A casual word from a fortune teller was enough for him to want her dead.

As Niamh grew older, she found this belief increasingly absurd.

Starved of affection and subjected to constant coldness and violence from her family, Niamh became exceptionally rebellious during her teenage years. She dyed her hair ash gray, deliberately wore a mouthful of braces even though her teeth were straight, and started smoking and drinking. Niamh saw these acts as a form of resistance against her grandfather.

In her eyes, it made no difference whether she was obedient or defiant; she would always be the same in her grandpa’s view. After all, since the day she was born, she had been branded the family’s jinx.