Summary of Chapter 877 – A pivotal chapter in His Housewife Had Secret Identities by Laura
The chapter Chapter 877 is one of the most intense moments in His Housewife Had Secret Identities, written by Laura. With signature elements of the Romance genre, this part of the story reveals deep conflicts, shocking revelations, and decisive character changes. A must-read for anyone following the narrative.
Upon returning to Aldenville, Jonathan and Niamh took Lana straight to the hospital for a full check-up. Lana insisted it wasn't necessary, but Niamh was firm. Although Lana had merely been a hostage and bait in the Joker's plan, the ordeal of a kidnapping could leave deep physical and psychological scars. Niamh wouldn't be able to rest easy until she knew Lana was truly okay. The results came back quickly, showing that aside from the shock and some superficial bruises from being tied up, Lana was perfectly fine. Niamh could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Lana insisted on treating them to lunch. She knew her money was nothing compared to theirs, but she had to make the gesture. Niamh and Jonathan were her saviors; without them, she was certain she'd be dead. Thinking about how Niamh had treated her versus how she had treated Niamh made Lana want to slap herself all over again. Niamh initially tried to refuse, feeling that Lana was the innocent victim who had been dragged into their mess. But a quick glance from Jonathan told her to accept. Niamh understood his reasoning, and they graciously accepted Lana’s invitation. Lana immediately began searching for high-end restaurants and five-star hotel buffets, asking what they’d like to eat. To her surprise, Niamh chose a small, hole-in-the-wall place down the street.
“You can’t just be polite with me!” Lana said earnestly. She had even dipped into her savings for this meal, fully prepared to splurge.
Niamh smiled. “I’m not being polite. It's the opposite. Because I don’t have to be polite with you, I want to eat something I actually love and share it with you both.”
Seeing that Niamh was being genuine, Lana agreed. The diner was tiny and humbly decorated, but impeccably clean. The lunch rush had passed, so it wasn't too crowded. When Niamh ordered a spicy noodle bowl, Jonathan followed suit.
“You can’t have that,” Niamh stopped him. “Even the mild version here is incredibly spicy. Your stomach won’t be able to handle it.”

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