His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 478

“My mom was in a car accident—the police called me! Jonathan, what am I supposed to do if something terrible happens to her?”

Marina’s voice on the phone was trembling on the edge of tears.

Niamh saw the flicker of irritation on Jonathan’s face, but he still tried to calm Marina down.

“Don’t panic. I’m on my way.”

He hung up just as Prescott stepped out of the visitors’ room.

Before leaving, Jonathan turned to Niamh. “Take care and get some rest. I’ll check in on you again soon.”

Niamh said nothing, the little plastic-bead bunny keychain digging painfully into her palm.

So, she’d been fooling herself again. No matter what, Jonathan’s heart was always with Marina.

Night had fallen by the time Jonathan slid into the car, Prescott at the wheel.

What Niamh never knew was that the keychain had actually been crushed under a shipping crate. Jonathan had painstakingly picked up every bead and restrung them, recreating the bunny with his own hands.

Prescott drove in silence, wanting to say something, then thinking better of it.

He couldn’t figure Jonathan out—wanted to ask, but knew it wasn’t his place.

Prescott had never experienced a first love. Maybe that’s why he couldn’t understand Jonathan at all.

Was your first love really so important?

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Late at night, the world was quiet. Niamh lay alone in her hospital room; the nurse on duty was sleeping next door, her loud snores keeping Niamh awake.

Niamh stared at her phone, the screen glowing in the darkness.

Jonathan hesitated only a moment. “Alright.”

Marina tried not to show her satisfaction.

Jonathan drove them to the club, Marina in the passenger seat. She’d already made up her mind—she wasn’t going home tonight. At least, not to her own place.

Inside the private lounge, Marina wasted no time and ordered two bottles of Ace of Spades.

Jonathan raised an eyebrow. “Just the two of us… you really need that much?”

“Whether you drink or not is up to you. But I’m drinking,” Marina shot back, grabbing a bottle and taking a long swig.

“What are you doing?” Jonathan snatched the bottle from her, only to see her eyes fill with tears.

“Jonathan, do you really not love me anymore?” she choked out.