His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 469

The rain that had been threatening all morning finally came pouring down, relentless and wild.

By the time the imperial-blue Bentley rolled up to the gates of the Creative Arts Park, the downpour was in full swing.

Jonathan parked, stepped out, and raised his umbrella.

The sound of the rain only made the Creative Arts Park seem even more deserted, the silence sharp beneath the drumming on pavement and glass.

This was where Niamh worked.

He could have gone right up to her office, could have just walked in and asked for her.

But he didn’t.

Instead, Jonathan stood alone in the rain. Even with the umbrella, his suit was quickly soaked through.

He wasn’t entirely sure why he’d come here in the first place.

Even if he’d known, he wouldn’t have been able to admit to Niamh that he’d wanted her company on his birthday.

So he just stood there, silent and unmoving beneath the torrent, umbrella in hand as thunder cracked overhead and lightning flickered across the sky.

The construction site nearby was deserted. On a night like this, no one would be working.

At the base of a concrete stairwell, three stories of rusty shipping containers were stacked, sealing off the entry completely.

No one glancing around would guess that behind those containers, a set of stairs led down into the dark.

No one knew that, at the bottom, there was an old, abandoned utility room.

And certainly, no one knew there was someone locked inside.

On Tranquil Lane, in a shabby old apartment, Susy was sprawled out on a threadbare sofa, the stale tang of cheap beer heavy in the air.

Ever since the Fraser family went bankrupt, she’d moved here. This place was her home now.

Alone, she drank, her expression shifting between anxiety, excitement, and misery.

She was anxious—because she’d tried to kill someone, though the person was probably still alive. She was excited for the same reason—she’d tried to kill someone, and even if they weren’t dead yet, it wouldn’t be long.

“A cold basement… Locked away long enough, the heart starts to race, the body freezes, you get dehydrated, you faint… Once those containers block off the old utility room, by the time anyone finds out, Niamh will already be a rotting corpse.”

The words Marina had whispered to her echoed in Susy’s mind, vivid as a nightmare, and she could picture Niamh’s face, twisted in agony, as she died.

“Niamh, just die already! Go to hell, ha ha ha ha—!”

Susy burst into hysterical laughter.

But as she laughed, tears spilled down her face, unstoppable.

She wasn’t crying for Niamh on the brink of death.

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