His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 86

She hadn't actually planned to buy anything.

"You? As if you could afford it!" Olive arched an eyebrow at her, smirking.

"Already forgotten about the time you had to cough up three million?"

At Niamh's words, the color drained from Olive's face.

"That was blackmail!"

"Do you really think Jonathan would just hand over that kind of money if he'd been tricked?"

Olive fell silent, unable to argue.

Standing nearby, Marina frowned, suspicion flickering in her eyes. She couldn't understand where Niamh got all her money—designer dresses worth hundreds of thousands, gifts worth millions. But there was no way she'd let Niamh keep basking in the spotlight.

"I really envy you, you know. Having to buy your own jewelry. Unlike me—Jonathan gives me everything I wear…" Marina's lips curled in a sweet smile. "Oh, by the way, Niamh, after all these years of cooking and cleaning for Jonathan, has he never bought you a single piece of jewelry?"

Niamh's smile faltered, the corners of her mouth slipping downward.

Jonathan had given her jewelry before, plenty of it—but it was always pink diamonds.

Just like the ones Marina adored.

Seeing Niamh lose her composure, Marina's smile grew triumphant.

"Niamh, Jonathan's on his way here. He promised to come help me pick out something special. But I'm feeling generous today—if you see anything you like, I'll let him buy one for you too."

At that, Lily and Olive immediately chimed in with praise, telling Marina how kind she was—unlike certain people.

Niamh turned to leave, but almost collided with Jonathan at the door.

He brushed past her without a glance, heading straight for Marina as if she were invisible.

Of course, Jonathan wanted to buy Marina the Piano Queen pendant—the most sought-after piece in the store, and Niamh's most famous design. The thought of it hanging around Marina's neck made Niamh's stomach turn.

"I'm sorry, sir, but only our Black Diamond VIP members are eligible to purchase that piece," the sales associate informed Jonathan politely.

Marina's expression soured for a split second, but she quickly recovered her sweet smile.

"She's right, Niamh. Is there anything you like? If you're not sure, I can help you pick."

Niamh looked at the two of them, performing their little duet, and suddenly felt like a stray cat waiting for scraps by the side of the road.

"No thanks. I've never liked pink diamonds."

Jonathan's eyes flashed with surprise. "Really? You used to cry when I gave you pink diamond rings. Now you're too good for them?"

His mocking tone dredged up memories Niamh had tried to bury.

The time she'd cried was when Jonathan proposed to her—with a pink diamond ring.

So that's what he thought all along.

He believed her tears had been for the seven-carat pink diamond, not for him.