His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 235

After her leg had finally healed, Niamh drove straight to Harmony Senior Residence.

Gemma Rivers was by the window, watering the flowers on the sill. When she saw Niamh, her whole face lit up with delight.

“Nia, come here and look! This rose is blooming so beautifully, isn’t it?”

Niamh forced a smile, trying to hide her awkwardness. “Yeah, Mom, you’ve really got a knack for these things.”

The truth was, the flower was plastic.

Niamh knew Gemma’s mind drifted between clarity and confusion. She sat down beside her mother, keeping her company and making small talk. Before long, Gemma herself brought up Jonathan.

“Jonathan’s such a good boy. Last time I got lost, if he hadn’t found me, I might have starved to death out there.”

“What?”

Niamh stared, momentarily stunned.

Gemma’s face was unreadable, no different than when she’d been watering the fake flowers.

“Mom, you’re misremembering. Last time you got lost, the police brought you home.”

Niamh had been in the hospital then and didn’t know all the details, but she was pretty sure it was the police who found Gemma.

No one ever mentioned Jonathan being involved. Jonathan himself certainly never said so.

“I’m not mistaken. It was Jonathan,” Gemma insisted.

Niamh didn’t bother arguing with her mother.

Gemma was ill; sometimes lucid, sometimes lost. She’d often mix up memories or mistake her own dreams for reality.

So Niamh had learned not to take everything Gemma said at face value.

At least, not about this.

They chatted a while longer. Niamh noticed that whenever Jonathan came up, Gemma’s face would brighten, her eyes sparkling in a way Niamh hadn’t seen in a long time. She went on and on about how devoted and wonderful Jonathan was.

A woman’s voice answered instead.

Niamh recognized it immediately.

Marina laughed quietly at the silence. “What’s wrong, surprised to hear my voice?”

“…”

“Niamh, I don’t get you,” Marina continued, her tone almost amused. “You make such a show of wanting a divorce, but here you are, sneaking around, calling Jonathan behind everyone’s back. You’re about to split up, aren’t you? Do yourself a favor—show a little dignity. Stop calling a man who’s about to become someone else’s husband.”

With that, Marina hung up.

Just then, Jonathan pushed open the office door.

“What’s going on?” he asked, noticing Marina quickly hiding her hands behind her back.

“Nothing,” she replied, setting Jonathan’s phone on the desk. Then she pulled out her newest design. “Jonathan, look! This is one of my main pieces for Luminous Divas Fashion Week—the centerpiece of my ‘First Love’ collection…”