His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 110

The summer evening breeze was cooler than the heavy warmth of the day.

Jonathan, rarely this patient, had been waiting for quite a while.

Still, Niamh said nothing.

"I can take care of this for you," he finally broke the silence, unable to hold back any longer.

Niamh's response was as indifferent as ever.

"What's the catch?"

"Resign, come home, never bring up divorce again. Stay my wife, just like before."

Jonathan's voice was just as emotionless.

This time, Niamh's silence stretched even longer.

"If you don't want a divorce, you're definitely not going to let that photo get out."

She looked Jonathan square in the eyes, and for the first time, she saw a flicker of surprise there.

"If it does, even if you object, your parents—and the whole Thomas family—will force us to get divorced. The scandal would hit the Thomas Group hard, maybe irreparably."

"…"

"So even if I refuse your terms, you'll have to handle this anyway."

Her calm, unyielding logic made Jonathan chuckle instead of getting angry.

"Niamh, do you really think I can't let you go?"

She paused, caught off guard.

"Don't flatter yourself." Jonathan's smirk vanished. His face darkened, voice turning icy. "There are plenty of ways for me—and the Thomases—to cut ourselves free from this mess. But you… If that photo gets out, your life is finished."

"It won't get out." Niamh's tone was steady.

"If someone took my five million and still dares leak that photo, he's just asking to be blacklisted from the business."

A wry smile flickered across her face as she started up the steps toward the building. But she stopped, turned back, and asked Jonathan quietly,

"Jonathan, the man in that photo… That's you, isn't it?"

Caught, Jonathan's expression didn't change at all.

He didn't confirm. He didn't deny.

Which said everything.

Niamh felt her eyes sting.

"What if it hadn't been you that night, Jonathan? What if it really had been Daniel—did you ever think about what might've happened to me?"

"You're the one who took me to that party…"

Niamh's voice was shaking.

"It was for business."

"And you left me there, alone—"

For Marina!

"But I left Prescott with you."

"So I'm supposed to thank you for that, is that it?!"

It was rare for Niamh to lose control, and Jonathan was stunned by her outburst.

"Niamh, I didn't come here to fight with you."

"If I hadn't recognized your back in that photo, would you have just let me keep believing Daniel had violated me?"

Jonathan said nothing as tears welled up in Niamh's eyes.