Chapter Summary: Chapter 463 – His Housewife Had Secret Identities by Laura
In Chapter 463, a key moment in the Romance novel His Housewife Had Secret Identities, Laura delivers powerful storytelling, emotional shifts, and critical plot development. This chapter deepens the reader’s connection to the characters and sets the stage for upcoming revelations.
Susy had to use every ounce of strength she had to deliver the heavy crate of live crabs to the address the customer specified. But the moment she arrived at the party, she realized with a jolt that every guest mingling in the garden was someone she knew.
“We didn’t order anything like this.”
The Burtons’ butler strode over, pinched his nose in distaste, and barked at Susy, “You need to leave immediately. If you don’t, I’ll have security escort you out.”
“Wait—I’m not here to cause trouble, I really am just delivering the seafood order—”
Susy tried to explain, but a guest’s mocking voice cut through the chatter. “Whoever placed the order, it’s here now. Just let her bring it in. Otherwise, she won’t get paid for the delivery, and how else will she afford her big dinner tonight?”
“Is that Susy? After the Fraser family went bankrupt, she’s reduced to delivering takeout now?”
“Didn’t you used to chase after her?”
“Yeah, right! Who’d chase after a woman who reeks of fish? Wasn’t she supposed to be Julian Neville’s fiancée?”
Susy’s hands trembled as tears stung her eyes, humiliation burning in her cheeks.
Then, out of the crowd, she spotted Niamh.
Niamh, decked out in designer clothes and glittering jewelry, looked every inch the elegant socialite.
And Susy? She was wearing a delivery uniform, stained and smelling of seafood, looking nothing like the wealthy heiress she once was.
Niamh noticed Susy glaring at her.
She could guess what Susy was thinking—that she had somehow engineered this delivery to embarrass her in front of everyone.
But the truth was, Niamh hadn’t done anything. Sure, Susy had wronged her in the past, but Susy was already paying for her own mistakes. Niamh had no interest in wasting her precious time on someone like her.
Not worth it.
She looked away, ignoring Susy as if she were invisible.
Susy clenched her jaw in frustration, and then the same group who’d mocked her before piped up again:
“Speak of the devil—look, isn’t that Julian?”
Susy’s head snapped around, eyes wide.
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