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His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 693

Niamh stopped and turned, her bright eyes staring daggers at Jonathan. The intensity of her gaze made his own eyes sting. "Am I the one pushing you, or are you the one pushing me?"

"Niamh…"

"When I loved you, you were in love with Marina. Now that I don't love you anymore, you're sparing no effort to disrupt my life."

"I…"

"Jonathan, I don't know if you've ever truly protected me, but I do know you've done plenty to hurt me." With those cold words hanging in the air, Niamh walked out of the club without a backward glance.

Back in the private booth, Jonathan ran his hands through his hair in frustration. He'd screwed up again. He had finally gotten a moment alone with Niamh, and he hadn't wanted to make her angry. Her accusations echoed in his ears, refusing to fade.

Jonathan collapsed onto the sofa and sat in silence for a long time before whispering to the empty room, "But I never loved Marina…" From start to finish, he had only ever loved one person. She was Rina, and she was also Niamh. In his mind, he had never betrayed Niamh, never betrayed his vow to Rina. But that wasn't how Niamh saw it.

Jonathan's mind was a chaotic mess. Facing reality was indeed more painful than the false dream he'd been living in. But he didn't want to be in a coma again. Escaping wouldn't solve anything.

As night fell, Elmer finished work and was about to ask Niamh out to dinner. Even though Niamh had rejected his mother's idea of a sham marriage, she hadn't rejected him as a person. He didn't think he was completely out of chances. Just as he took out his phone, a call came in. The caller ID was just a string of numbers.

Elmer's face changed instantly. Although no name was displayed, he knew exactly who it was. This number had called him once before, and he had memorized it on sight.

"Hello?" Elmer hesitated for a second before answering.

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