His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 572

"He's pathetic?" Niamh's face went cold.

Preston scratched the back of his head. "After you two divorce, his parents will probably force him to marry the adopted daughter of the Quinn family... She's pretty, I guess, but I think she's overly ambitious. She doesn't seem like a good person..."

The more he spoke, the more Preston's sympathy for Jonathan grew. "Now that I think about it, Jonathan has terrible luck with women. It's all bad news. That Marina woman was the same, she completely duped him. She wasn't even his first love but pretended to be, taking advantage of him for so long... It was karma finally catching up with her when her reputation was ruined."

Niamh just smiled silently as she listened to Preston's righteous declarations. There was no karma involved. She had orchestrated Marina's downfall herself—though only after Marina had tried to frame her first. As they say, you reap what you sow.

As for Jonathan... "It's pretty ridiculous to mistake your own first love for someone else," she commented, taking a sip of her juice.

"Well, you can't really blame him. Jonathan was young back then, and they weren't together for very long. But it was such an intense experience that he never forgot it. After so many years, it's understandable that he'd make a mistake! The one to blame is Marina. If it wasn't her, why would she claim it was?"

Preston's explanation stirred something in Niamh's heart, sending ripples through her. Young... Not together for very long... An intense experience...

Flashes of her time with Jonathan at the Juvenile Detention Center surfaced in her mind. Niamh parted her lips, drawing in a sharp, cold breath.

"Preston..."

The wind chime on the door suddenly tinkled, and both of them instinctively turned to see Jonathan and Prescott walking in.

"What are you two doing here?" Niamh asked, startled.

Jonathan’s gaze swept over Preston sitting beside her, and he said coolly, "Catching cheaters."

Preston choked, spraying a mouthful of water.

"I'm kidding," Jonathan added dryly. Prescott pulled out a chair for him, and Jonathan sat down next to Niamh.

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