His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 461

Jonathan Thomas couldn’t take his eyes off Niamh Rivers, his gaze flickering with an intensity that belied his calm demeanor.

There was a time when he’d believed Niamh was cut out for nothing more than being a devoted housewife—cooking, cleaning, tending to every little chore. Her only virtue, he’d thought, was her skill in the kitchen and her tireless willingness to please. Like a top-tier nanny, really.

Now, sitting in the midst of this glittering crowd, Jonathan found it hard to reconcile the Niamh in front of him with the woman he remembered from their years together.

Ever since their so-called divorce, he’d become increasingly certain that he’d never truly known Niamh at all.

When did she become a master at BYC? What history did she share with Elmer White? He had no idea.

He could easily hire someone to dig up the answers.

But he hadn’t.

He told himself he didn’t care about Niamh’s past. In truth, he was afraid of what he might find—especially if it involved her and Elmer.

Jonathan’s gaze tracked Niamh as she moved gracefully through the room.

Tonight, she was breathtaking—not just beautiful, but radiant, exuding an air of effortless luxury. Draped in a white mink shawl, she looked every bit the picture of elegance and poise.

There were plenty of stunning women at the gala—actresses, socialites, women dressed to impress—yet Niamh outshone them all, making everyone else fade into the background.

If Niamh lacked anything tonight, it was a companion worthy of standing by her side.

Almost without thinking, Jonathan took a step in her direction. He hadn’t gone more than a couple paces before someone’s hand closed around his.

He tensed, bristling instinctively, as if a chill had run down his spine.

“Jonathan, it’s me…”

Marina Thornton’s voice came from beside him.

It took him a moment to register—Marina was the one holding his hand.

He quietly slipped his hand out of hers and caught sight of her face, eyes brimming with tears, her lips trembling in a silent plea.

He frowned, but his resolve softened.

He knew all too well that he’d been neglecting Marina lately.

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