His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 28

Niamh was still reeling from the fact that, out of all people, it just had to be Jonathan and Marina who caught her at her lowest. What were the odds of that?

"That Jonathan is such a jerk!" Lana spat, practically seething. "You're hurt this bad and he just drives off? With that witch in tow, no less… He won't divorce you, but he'll cheat on you. Honestly, do you think he's got some kind of split personality or what?"

Lana's assessment of Jonathan drew a wry smile from Niamh.

If she put the Jonathan she remembered from the Juvenile Rehabilitation Center next to the one she knew now, she had to admit, Lana made a good point.

"Hey, promise you won't get mad at me for insulting him, okay?"

Lana's concern for her feelings was obvious, and Niamh let out a sigh.

"I'm divorcing him, Lana. I'm not about to start defending him again."

"You?" Lana shot Niamh a sidelong glance, then shook her head. "I wouldn't bet on it."

Niamh knew that her soft spot for Jonathan had always driven Lana crazy.

"Ms. Rivers!"

Suddenly, the hospital room door swung open and Julian burst in.

Seeing Niamh lying in bed with Lana by her side, he immediately realized how rude he'd been.

"Sorry, sorry, I should've knocked first!"

Niamh wasn't about to scold Julian. She quickly introduced him and Lana, and of course, Lana wasted no time playing matchmaker, teasingly trying to set her up with Julian.

"I like this guy," Lana declared, giving Julian a thumbs-up. "Just look at him—he nearly ran himself out of breath getting here because he was worried about you. He's a thousand times better than your cheating husband."

Julian blushed, scratching the back of his head, shy but undeniably pleased.

Niamh felt a bit awkward—she hoped Julian wouldn't take Lana's words too seriously.

"Oh, right, Ms. Rivers. My buddy at the courthouse got back to me—your divorce will go through."

Niamh's eyes lit up, but the hope faded almost immediately.

"But…"

In the end, Jonathan bought every single outfit Marina tried on. By the time he drove her home, it was late and rain still battered the city.

Whenever Jonathan took Marina home, he always walked her all the way upstairs—right to her front door.

Tonight was no different.

"Get some rest. Good night," he said, turning to leave.

But Marina caught his hand, stopping him.

"Jonathan…"

She pulled him inside, out of the storm and into her apartment.

"With the rain pouring out there, and you know how thunderstorms freak me out…"

Her voice was soft and sweet, like spun sugar, her perfectly made-up face tinted with the rosy glow of the dress.

"Why don't you stay with me tonight? Just this once… please?"