His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 539

Sprague’s face fell in an instant.

So that’s why he saw Jonathan at Nimbus Summit.

Jonathan had brought Niamh here for a date.

Marigold’s expression didn’t look any better than Sprague’s when she noticed Jonathan and Niamh together.

They were Jonathan’s parents, yet they had never known that he and Niamh had never actually gotten divorced.

Had they both just made fools of themselves?

Marriage and divorce—these weren’t things to be joked about.

Truth be told, neither Marigold nor Sprague had ever truly disliked Niamh; if anything, they were quite satisfied with her as their daughter-in-law.

That was, of course, back when Niamh was content to stay home, playing the role of full-time housewife and raising children.

But now, Niamh had transformed into a socialite in the business world, and both Sprague and Marigold had long since stopped seeing her as part of the family.

Yet, as it turned out, Jonathan and Niamh were still married.

Back at the board meeting, Sprague had assumed Jonathan’s claim was just a stalling tactic; he’d even confronted his son afterward, only to be told straight out that Jonathan and Niamh had never divorced.

Sprague had almost fainted from anger on the spot.

If Jonathan wasn’t divorced, that meant he had gone to meet Ramona Quinn—the Quinn family’s heiress—as a married man.

If the Quinns ever caught wind of this, the marriage alliance would be off the table, and even business dealings would be in jeopardy.

Sprague knew that more than a dozen major corporations were courting the Quinn family for the international renewable railway project, including Neville Corporation—a long-standing rival of the Thomas family.

He didn’t care what was really going on between Jonathan and Niamh. All that mattered was winning the Quinns over and securing the project.

Tonight’s dinner was specially arranged to win their favor.

“Yes, yes, Miss Rivers, please join us!” Carlotta chimed in, waving warmly at Niamh.

From the moment she’d spotted this group of five, Niamh’s face had been set in stone.

She’d meant to leave, but Jonathan caught her hand before she could.

Her instinct was to pull away, but Jonathan’s grip was firm—protective, almost, as if he was afraid of hurting her or letting her slip away. He was holding on, but careful.

So, hand in hand, Jonathan led Niamh to the Quinns’ table.

“Mr. Quinn, Mrs. Quinn, Miss Quinn…” Jonathan greeted them.

Hayes couldn’t help but study Jonathan and Niamh as they stood together.

They truly did look like a perfect match—handsome and graceful, made for each other.

“Allow me to formally introduce my wife, Niamh,” Jonathan said.