His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 549

Jonathan had assumed Niamh would drive straight home after work.

Instead, he found himself trailing her white BMW 3 Series as it pulled up to a newly opened hotel.

His expression grew steadily darker, his gaze sharpening with every turn.

What business did Niamh have, alone, at a hotel this late at night?

Gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white, Jonathan followed her, watching as she entered one of the guest rooms.

He’d never imagined he’d stoop to stalking someone like this. Yet here he was, standing in a dim hallway, fishing a cigarette from his pocket only to shove it back, unlit.

They weren't even divorced yet.

That gave him every right—at least in his mind—to barge into that room and see if his wife was meeting another man.

He strode purposefully toward the door, but before he could reach it, it swung open.

Niamh stepped out, alone.

Jonathan pressed himself flat against the nearest door, wishing he could melt right through it.

She didn’t notice him at all, simply heading straight for the elevator.

He exhaled in relief, only then realizing how ridiculous he must look.

He wasn’t even sure what he was doing anymore. All he’d planned tonight was to show up after Niamh’s shift, hoping to see her face, maybe ask if she liked the purse he’d painstakingly picked out for her.

Instead, she’d handed the gift off to her assistant without a second thought.

A twinge of pain tightened in Jonathan’s chest, mixed with a rising sense of panic.

He was following her almost on autopilot now.

But when she’d driven to a hotel, curiosity—and something darker—had taken over. Who was she meeting? What was she doing?

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