His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 516

Niamh couldn’t help but laugh at her own words—they sounded ridiculous, even to her.

Jonathan... when had he become so calculating, so selfish, so obsessed with status? Or maybe she’d gotten him wrong from the very beginning. Had she just been blinded by first love, swept up in that adrenaline-charged rush people get when thrown together by chance and circumstance?

She didn’t know anymore.

The truth was, Jonathan felt like a stranger now. And honestly, she didn’t care to get reacquainted.

“I’m not your backup plan, Jonathan. People don’t magically get back together in real life—that only happens in cheap romance novels.”

Her voice was colder than the rain battering down around them.

Getting back together is just something that happens in stories—

Elmer had told him the exact same thing once.

Jonathan’s hands curled into fists as he watched Niamh walk away, her figure slowly swallowed by the downpour as she climbed into a white BMW parked nearby.

The spot she left didn’t stay empty for long. A red Ferrari zipped in, its paint gleaming even under the gray assault of rain.

Jonathan scowled at the sight of it.

When the driver’s door opened and Julian stepped out, umbrella in hand, Jonathan’s glare only deepened.

“Here to gloat?” Jonathan’s words were sharp, brittle.

“Yes,” Julian replied, without missing a beat.

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