His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 455

It was only in this moment that Niamh realized she was actually smiling.

And it was unmistakably a smug, almost gleeful smile.

“Are you really that happy just because I’m not meeting with Ramona?” Jonathan asked, sounding both skeptical and amused.

Niamh took a slow sip of her coffee before shifting her attention fully to him. The two of them sat across from each other, separated only by the expanse of Jonathan’s desk, their eyes meeting in a silent standoff.

She found it almost surreal. Not that long ago, she’d been a housewife who hardly ever left home, her world as small as the kitchen window.

“My happiness isn’t quite what you think it is,” she replied, deliberately phrasing her answer in an old-fashioned, almost theatrical tone.

Of course she was happy—the Quinn family’s embarrassment was deeply satisfying.

“I heard… Preston gave Susy a bit of a hard time for your sake?” Jonathan interjected.

Niamh blinked, surprised by how fast news seemed to travel around him.

“That was just karma coming for her,” Niamh said, voice light. “Besides, what Preston did barely counts as rough treatment.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Jonathan’s smile vanished, his features tightening.

“So you’re really taking Preston’s side now? Have you forgotten all the things he used to say to you?”

Niamh shrugged. “I don’t hold grudges. People can change, you know…”

She trailed off, repeating softly, “People can change.”

Some changed for the better—Preston, for instance.

But others…

Niamh took another sip of her coffee, grateful that Prescott had made it sweet, not bitter.

Then Jonathan’s voice broke the silence again. “Do you really think Preston is so good to you?”

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