His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 9

Niamh had slept in this morning.

Partly, it was because she'd stayed up too late the night before. But honestly, she just didn't have to drag herself out of bed to hit the farmer's market at dawn for the freshest groceries, nor did she have to get up early to whip up Jonathan's usual lavish breakfast—at least four dishes and a hearty soup.

She made herself some instant noodles at home, eating with surprising satisfaction. Once she'd filled her stomach, she headed out to the bank, filled out a transfer check, and wired a million pounds to the other party, marking it as "medical expenses."

After leaving the bank, Niamh walked to Highland Café—she'd made plans to meet Lana for lunch.

Ever since she got married, Niamh had cut off nearly all contact with old classmates and friends to throw herself into her role as the perfect Thomas family housewife. She hadn't seen Lana, her best friend, in three years.

Thinking about those three wasted years of her youth, Niamh almost wanted to flip herself off.

She sat at the table she'd reserved ahead of time and waited for Lana to arrive.

Lana was now a well-known vocal coach at a small but reputable academy in Aldenville. Niamh had a pretty good guess that Lana wanted to see her partly to catch up, but also to help her find a job.

Sure enough, barely after they'd said hello, Lana started steering the conversation toward her school's urgent need for a piano teacher.

"Lana, thank you," Niamh said with an easy smile, waving her hand dismissively. "But I swore I'd never play piano again. Anyway, I've already found a new job."

"Oh?" Lana's curiosity was piqued. "Don't tell me it's at a jewelry design firm? That would fit your major perfectly!"

Niamh shook her head again. "Nope! I never finished college, and those places all want a degree."

Lana leaned in and lowered her voice. "But honestly, there aren't many jobs these days that don't require a diploma!" She couldn't help but huff, "Jonathan is such a jerk. He cheats on you during your marriage, leaves you with nothing, and you just walk away? If it were me, I'd have bled him dry for all the lost years!"

Niamh stifled a laugh, but just then, her phone lit up with a new WhatsApp message.

"That's got to be Jonathan! Here, let me roast him for you!" Lana said, already rolling up her sleeves.

Niamh opened WhatsApp—but it wasn't from Jonathan.

As she typed a reply, she glanced at Lana and said, "Actually, I don't have any concrete proof that Jonathan was cheating…"

Whether or not his body had strayed, his heart definitely had. He'd even been willing to abandon his own unborn child.

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