His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 550

Niamh had considered offering an explanation, but before she could say anything officially, the trending topic was pulled from the news cycle. With the buzz gone, there was no longer any ground to justify herself.

She’d even asked Elmer for his opinion, but he seemed entirely unbothered by being labeled the “other man.”

Still, as someone handpicked by the government for his talents, such a reputation wasn’t exactly flattering. Niamh felt it was her fault for dragging Elmer into the mess.

“I was the one who made that announcement about you being my boyfriend. It was all my idea, and honestly, I’m the one who’s made things difficult for you. The fact that you’re not blaming me—I’m already grateful for that.”

Elmer offered her a gentle smile, always the picture of a refined gentleman.

Across the restaurant, Jonathan was mostly hidden behind a marble column, only part of his figure visible in the shadows.

With the slightest tilt of his head, he could see Niamh and Elmer at their table.

Niamh faced Elmer, sharing a meal and laughing together, looking perfectly at ease.

Now Jonathan understood—when Niamh had gone into the bedroom earlier, she’d only been changing her clothes.

She’d dressed up on purpose, chosen this brand-new crystal bistro, all for Elmer.

Jonathan’s own table was empty except for a glass and a bottle of vodka—nothing to eat, just strong liquor.

The alcohol burned a fiery path down his throat, his stomach twisting in protest.

Yet, in the span of a few moments, Jonathan downed the entire bottle of vodka in silence.

Meanwhile, Niamh and Elmer were enjoying a bottle of red wine, something lighter, more appropriate for conversation.

They chatted and sipped their wine, looking every bit the picture of an intimate couple.

“Nia… you and Jonathan aren’t divorced yet, and he’s no longer in love with Marina. So… would you ever consider taking him back?” Elmer asked quietly.

Niamh’s hand paused mid-slice through her lobster.

She lifted her gaze to meet Elmer’s eyes.

His face was as composed and warm as ever, but deep in his eyes, worry flickered, impossible to hide.

Niamh shook her head, her voice firm and resolute. “No. I wouldn’t.”

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